
Player two has entered the game.

Player two has entered the game.
concept: instead of hedwig, Harry goes into the pet store and this little snake in the back of the store talks to him, obviously gets his attention more than the other animals, and harry feels sorry for it so he takes it home. Then the snake helps Harry throughout his years at hogwarts as harry carries it wrapped around his hand all like “pssssst, haaarryyy, the dark lord isss coming sss” or just petty shit like “haaaarrryy, now is the time, assskkk out cho chaaannngg”
The snake getting really agitated in second year and Harry like ‘Aw, what’s wrong little friend?’
And snake’s like ‘Nah don’t worry it’s cool, it’s just that big fuck-off snake in the pipes that keeps making you think you’re hearing things—it’s like, ten thousand foot long, and I’m a corn snake, so you know. Bit intimidating.’
Third year he eats Scabbers and saves them all a lot of time
Okay this is 10000% a JOKE so keep that in mind.
Since CHILDHOOD I have heard Christians flip their shit over every damn president that’s been elected claiming HE is the new Antichrist, pointing at all these hints in the Bible to prove it, going on and on about how these are the end times. Every time.
How fucking funny would it be if Justin Trudeau was the Antichrist?
Like, not because “yay apocalypse”, I just want to see how fucking offended American Christians would be when it’s revealed that the Antichrist went to rule Canada instead of the US.
That would be hilarious, I’m sorry.
when you try to explain that something can be really awesome, and you can be glad you did it, and it can at the same time be massively overloading, put you in pain, make you have a meltdown, use up all your spoons so you are too tired to eat, and it can be worth it, but people don’t understand
ThePrettiestOneI have excellent freakdar.
Mostly it works by assuming everyone I meet is a freak.
ThePrettiestOneShouldn't that be England on the right?
Bioshock GO:
- inject random syringes you find on the street
- set things on fire
- hack vending mashines
- eat years-old snack food
- hit other players with a wrench when you encounter them in the street
- kill your dad
I didn’t need video games to do this shit
ThePrettiestOneHonestly, I can see seven or eight sides to this whole thing.
I respect Takei a lot, but in this, I disagree with him. Making Sulu an out gay man is a progressive move on the franchise’s part which fits in line with ToS a lot for me. AoS Sulu being gay doesn’t mean ToS Sulu was a closeted gay man, we never learned about Sulu’s romantic love life just that he had a daughter. So there’s a lot of room to play and interpret I feel. Plus, this is the least awful change AoS has done from ToS. Making Kirk a sexist, space fratboy is far, far, FAR worse. Along with all the casual misogyny that’s rampant throughout the franchise which isn’t in line with ToS or Gene’s original version of Trek imo.
I think it’s important to understand how the new Trek franchise is capitalizing off Takei’s name as an out gay person despite Takei’s wishes, and the fact that Takei himself was closeted during a big part of his career, TOS included. They are making money and publicity off Takei’s name, his image and his experience as an out gay man, and, AS HUGELY IMPORTANT as Sulu being gay is, Takei has a right to be uncomfortable with this.
People are acting like he’s being backwards or self-hating or disrespectful, but forget this is closer to George himself than any of the straight people involved in this creative decision.
I love that Sulu is gay (I am going to watch the franchise for the first time soon) and I love that John Cho exists and gets to play an openly gay man in FUCKING SPACE in one of the most important sci-fi franchises of all time, but choosing to make Sulu gay “””””as an homage to George Takei””””” wasn’t some innocent, well-meaning choice made by the generous Straights™. It was a commercial move.
funny thing about talking about capitalism/communism is if you don’t explicitly say ‘capitalism’ or ‘communism’ and take out the marxist jargon people will agree with you 90% of the time
Just last night I got my amazingly conservative air marshal cousin to talk about how we need to break up the banks. Its amazing how anticapitalist people can get when you start from where they are and don’t use the phrases they’ve been trained to reject
It’s seriously ingrained in people to reject radical ideas without even examining them.
in the 1980s, in a survey, 50% of people thought the phrase “from each according to their ability, to each according to their need” was in the Constitution
An incomplete list of actions that could get you killed if you’re black in America:
1. Selling CDs outside of a supermarket.
2. Selling cigarettes outside of a corner store.
3. Walking home with a friend.
4. Missing a front license plate.
5. Wearing a hoodie.
6. Riding a commuter train.
7. Holding a fake gun in a park in Ohio.
8. Holding a fake gun in a Walmart in Ohio.
9. Holding a fake gun in Virginia.
10. Holding a fake gun in Washington, D.C.
11. Calling for help after a car accident.
12. Driving with a broken brake light.
13. Attending a Bible study class.
14. Failing to signal a lane change.
15. Walking away from police.
16. Walking toward police.
17. Running to the bathroom in your apartment.
18. Walking up the stairwell of your apartment building.
19. Sitting in your car before your bachelor party.
20. Holding your wallet.
21. Making eye contact.
22. Attending a birthday party.
23. Laughing.
“If you stop talking about a problem, it’ll go away”
I don’t know how many of y'all have been in serious relationships, marriages, or just interpersonal relationships with literally any other human being beside yourself, but… if you’ve ever read or heard relationship advice?
It is ALWAYS the exact opposite of that.
If there’s a problem, sweeping it under the rug and bottling it up inside and turning a blind eye to it makes it mutate from a (possibly) small problem to a giant enormous relationship-destroying monster. It will WRECK you. It breaks people up. It leads to ugly divorces. It shatters friendships. It makes people’s jobs miserable or can even get them fired.
Not talking about a problem doesn’t make it go away, it just gives you the temporary comfort of not having to talk about something uncomfortable.
And look, I get it. I have anxiety up the wazoo and the last damn thing I ever want to hear are the words “we need to talk”.
But you know what, everyone?
WE NEED TO TALK.
It’s going to hurt. It’s going to make you uncomfortable. You’ll cry, you’ll feel anxious, you’ll want the conversation to end. You’ll want to go back to pretending it’s not there and hoping it just goes away on its own without communication and work, but that’s not what problems DO. They fester. They broil underneath the skin. They make people lash out and cause even MORE issues and soon you have utterly lost what could have a salvageable relationship if you’d just talked in time.
So, no. Things like racism, sexism, homophobia and the like? They don’t vanish with silence. Silence gives power to the problem. Silence makes the problem grow and fester and mutate into something that looks, from all angles, to be a lost cause.
It isn’t lost, though. This conversation won’t be quick, folks. We’re going to have to sit through years, decades, maybe more of this conversation. But we need to talk. We need to get it all out there. Angry feelings need to be expressed, hurt and pain need to be in the open, and those of listening to that pain need to TRULY LISTEN rather than become defensive and angry. White people, LISTEN to people of color. TRULY. LISTEN. Men, listen to women. Cis people, listen to trans people. Straight people, listen to queer people. Don’t do the classic argument escalation of trying to shift blame, getting defensive and angry when they’re talking about how much they’re hurting. Because just like a one-on-one relationship works, you CAN and DO sometimes hurt some one even without knowing it or meaning it and when they say you hurt them you need to LISTEN. It doesn’t matter if you meant to step on some one’s foot, when they say “ow” you say you’re sorry and you do your best not to do it again. You don’t get defensive and scream that you didn’t mean to do it so they’re not allowed to say “ow”, that’d just make you an asshole.
Listen, this went on longer than I really intended it to be, but basically we’ve got a very very long and hard worldwide couples counseling to get through, all right?
We’re occupying this goddamn planet together and in some sense of the word, a community and society means we’re in a relationship with the people around us. We rely on each other whether we want to or not. No one survives completely on their own. We eat the food others plant and pick and clean and make, we drive on the roads paved by others in cars built by others, we communicate with devices made by human beings.
So we need to talk. Because we cannot… CANNOT… salvage this or turn it into something healthy and productive unless we do.
I’m biologically female, and I’m not attracted to men. Society told me I was supposed to be, but it never happened, and I spent years of my life feeling broken and wrong. The other option presented to me when I was young was being attracted to women. I watched girls closely, trying to figure it out, but that wasn’t working for me, either. Wanting to be sexually close to another person just baffled me. I swore everyone else was making those feelings up. But they weren’t, and I got older, I realized that and it sunk in that I was just one big weirdo. I was in college when I learned the word for it, and had a breakdown of panic and relief. I can’t begin to put into words how it felt to discover I wasn’t broken–that I was a part of a group of people who felt in their hearts and souls the way I did.
Then came the process of coming out. My friends were a mixed bag, but friends you can pick and choose from if they aren’t supportive.The vast majority of my friends were cool about it, even if they didn’t quite understand. There were assholes, and one suggested “showing me” I was wrong (creepy creepy creepy), but mostly my friends were neutral to positive.
After some select friends, I came out to my family.
My parents told I was wrong.
It was like being run over by a truck. To this day, I can’t talk about my asexuality around those I love most. It caused one of the only serious arguments I’ve ever had with my parents (I love them and they’re wonderful about 99.9% of the things in my life, but this is one place they weren’t). I was told I just had to find the “right person”, and I would change. That I was too young to understand my feelings (I was in my 20s) towards boys. That I shouldn’t put labels on myself that would make men not want to date me. Because god forbid men not find me attractive! Because clearly, from my conversation with them, what I wanted most of all was to find a man who wanted to get in my pants! Yeah!
Yeah.
It’s not really their fault. We live in a world where happiness is defined as falling in love, getting married, etc. Not wanting another person in your life as your “other half” is an alien concept. Media is flooded with messages of heterosexual normalcy, and now in very small pockets (hopefully growing, because it should! <3), a homosexual option for partnered normalcy. It’s shoved in our faces CONSTANTLY. Our society and government have even set things up to benefit couples financially. Which is fun now that I’m in my 30s and trying to save up for a future family, all by myself. And thankfully, even though they still avoid the word, over a decade later my parents do seem on board with the fact that I’m not pursuing relationships and are supportive of my life choices to save for a family by myself.
Listen. I am by no means saying that I am oppressed as a person the way people attracted to same-gendered people are. I’m not saying I’m oppressed the way the trans community is. I’m not saying any of that. But I AM dealing with a world where who I am is just not “okay”. Where who I am is wrong, where who I am needs to be fixed. Or, in many cases (most cases), where who I am DOES NOT EXIST. I don’t belong in the heterosexual world. I’m an outsider to it. But I’m also an outsider to any world that involves sex and attraction. And as a youth, I had NO WORD to use to describe who I was!
So when asexuals advocate for asexual inclusion in the LGBT community, it’s not because we want to weirdly steal thunder from anyone in your community, or because we want false pity for oppression we haven’t faced the way you have. It’s because we don’t want others to have to grow up the way we did.
We don’t want the world to continue not knowing about our existence. We want asexuality recognized publicly–both so asexuals can learn about themselves in an honest way, and so non-aces see us as legitimate humans. The LGBT world seemed like the natural place for us to go to to ask for inclusion. The place where others might understand what it’s like to grow up in a heterosexual world, as someone who is not. It’s who I first turned to when I discovered the word for myself, only to find immediate pain, rejection, and even mockery. I was horrified.
But I didn’t give up. I couldn’t give up. In 2005, I was in college and gave a talk at my university’s LGBT club. They had never heard of asexuality before, despite being part of a huge liberal university. It was the scariest thing I’d ever done in my life. I had to introduce the concept, and represent the entire community. And then answer a barrage of questions. Personal, personal questions, about my body, my life experiences, everything. And at the end, there was a long period silence. Until one brave person said:
“Wow. You have gone through the same things as us. You said you had some pamphlets about it? Can we put them in our office? People need to know about this. I can’t imagine growing up not knowing about homosexuality. As scary as it was for me, at least I had a word for it.”
I broke down crying and gave them all the pamphlets I had ordered. Many of them started crying, too. We became a blubbering mess in that meeting room. In that moment, I thought I had found a community who understood after all.
Did I? I suppose that’s up to you. But please, take some of this into consideration before you say that asexuals shouldn’t have a letter in your acronym, or should make their “own, separate” community. We’re unknown and invisible in so many ways, but nevertheless hurting in ways I think many of you can sympathize with and understand. It’s not that we’re attracted to the “wrong” sex or gender. It’s that we’re not attracted to the “right” one. And holy crap, the world just isn’t super friendly or understanding to people like that. Like us.
Thank you.
DRAG HIM
SHE DID THAT
She did T H A T
LOOK AT THIS LEGEND




Protester in Baltimore trying to avoid violence
hey CNN why didn’t you show this clip?

Everyone should read this book. Its so good in a heartbreakingly simplistic and beautiful way. Finder by Emma Bull.
We agree! A standalone novel of Bordertown, featuring Orient, aka “Finder!”


This is Leshia Evans. She’s a 28-year-old nurse assistant and mother to a 5-year-old son. She was attending her first protest in Baton Rouge. She was arrested and held for 24 hours.
so graceful
I saw these tweets earlier, some veteran turned activist tweeted “Baton Rouge cops look ridiculous, I never wore this much armor on the front lines”
And that struck me almost as hard as these photos, used to give the tweet context. What was she going to do to them? Start beating them with a sandal? Why do we, as white people, allow peaceful protesters to be treated as more threatening than armed fascists just for being black?
Tired of this shit man. White supremacy must die. I hope she’s doing well.
ThePrettiestOneSuper buttbutt gives me that look when I make her switch computer chairs.
ThePrettiestOneI don't know, man, every wedding I've ever been too, there've been at least three people who obviously wrote in "Vindictively Attend," maybe they should just make that a standard option.
My friends sent me their wedding invite and the options to RSVP were:
-Gladly Attend
-Regretfully Decline
-Regretfully Attend
-Vindictively Decline
- easy bake oven
- expired coupon
- spam email
- wet sock
- squeaky grocery cart
- inconvenient fire drill
- cold bowl of soup
- itchy sweater
- unnecessary movie sequel
- overdraft bank fee
- crying baby on a plane
- wobbly table
- sun glare when I’m driving just before sunset and I have to put my sun visor down because I forgot my sunglasses but I’m still really uncomfortable and it’s just a big hassle all around
- billy




♥ words of wisdom from Janet ♥
File under: reasons this show is the beeeeeeeeeeeeeest
They should put prizes in tampon boxes, be like yeah your period sucks but here’s 50% off of some icecream.
Don’t trust guys who call their ex girlfriends whores
What if she fucked guys for money
Don’t trust dudes who call sex workers whores either.
it’s so weird that men can make endless misogynistic comments and not have to reassure people that they don’t hate women but when women, especially those in the spotlight, talk about things concerning women they feel an overwhelming need to constantly reassure the world that they don’t hate men, that they love men.
and by weird i mean a cultural norm to demean women and overvalue men.







He is such an underrated character. He was a cinnamon role and just wanted to help the entire movie. No Hans bullshit, no pressuring her into a relationship, just love.
He gave support, he was patient, he was unconditionally kind, he accepted all the difficulties with child services and all the weird alien visitors with barely a blink. He dove into the ocean to rescue Stitch because Lilo was worried. And through it all, he proved that he was more than willing to do everything in his power to help these girls and make them smile, without any thought of a reward or being “owed” for his friendship.
Even his line at the end, when Nani thanks him for helping her find a job (”That’s okay. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.”), is delivered with a certain amount of humor, and his behavior throughout the rest of the film shows that he would still accept it if she turned him down. Because more than just liking Nani, he RESPECTS her.
David Kawena is the ultimate Disney prince.