jabberwockysuperfly:

The lack of tattoos on my body is highly upsetting.

(via sortalesbian)

legalmeth:

ok mom if you’re going to scream my name the least you could fucking do is respond to me when i say “WHAT” 20 times

(via fluent-in-lesbianism)

“I think the big mistake in schools is trying to teach children anything, and by using fear as the basic motivation. Fear of getting failing grades, fear of not staying with your class, etc. Interest can produce learning on a scale compared to fear as a nuclear explosion to a firecracker.”
— Stanley Kubrick (via static-chest)

(via noottersontheflightdeck)

She betrayed Ronan. He’s coming back for her. And when he does… (x)

(via abitnotgoodyeah)

This is who I am now. And you’ll never know who I was before. 

(via starksexual)

agentrodgers:

gunsavvybookworm:

agentrodgers:

almyro:

agentrodgers:

I bought a pair of high waisted shorts

the black widow is learning to adapt to popular fashion trends

do not start with me, tumblr user almyro

And here we have the Black Widow adapting to her environment displaying signs of aggression

"Yes, hello, Clint? It’s me. You told me to call you when I feel like murdering someone. Yes. Of course I’m trying my hardest to blend.”

(via noottersontheflightdeck)

"Hello, hello, rubbish robots from the dawn of time…"

(via propertyofharrypotter)

justwestofweird:

radio-freedunmovin:

justwestofweird:

yaddy123:

This is everything.

My favorite part is that Bart literally became Homer.

My favorite part is that Lisa became bisexual and eventually married Millhouse. Or the Jenda and Bart separation part.

Actually the best part is that in the entire series Maggie says like one-two words. And in her solo Christmas card she’s the “voice of her generation”

(via queen-of-bakerstreet)

“You wrecked me and
I apologized.”
Never again (via elauxe)

(via suriella)

Q

mccoydarling asked:

Please talk forever about Helen and ancient greek you are so enpoint

A

professorfangirl:

elucipher:

in the iliad helen speaks the last lament for hector. the only man in troy who showed her kindness is slain—and now, helen says, πάντες δέ με πεφρίκασιν, all men shudder at me. she doesn’t speak in the iliiad again.

homer isn’t cruel to helen; her story is cruel enough. in the conjectured era of the trojan war, women are mothers by twelve, grandmothers by twenty-four, and buried by thirty. the lineage of mycenaean families passes through daughters: royal women are kingmakers, and command a little power, but they are bartered like jewels (the iliad speaks again and again of helen and all her wealth). helen is the most beautiful woman in the world, golden with kharis, the seductive grace that arouses desire. she is coveted by men beyond all reason. after she is seized by paris and compelled by aphrodite to love him against her will—in other writings of the myth, she loves him freely—she is never out of danger.

the helen of the iliad is clever and powerful and capricious and kind and melancholy: full of fury toward paris and aphrodite, longing for sparta and its women, fear for her own life. she condemns herself before others can. in book vi, as war blazes and roars below them, helen tells hector, on us the gods have set an evil destiny: that we should be a singer’s theme for generations to come—as if she knows that, in the centuries after, men will rarely write of paris’ vanity and hubris and lust, his violation of the sacred guest-pact, his refusal to relent and avoid war with the achaeans. instead they’ll write and paint the beautiful, perfidious, ruinous woman whose hands are red with the blood of men, and call her not queen of sparta but helen of troy: a forced marriage to the city that desired and hated her. she is an eidolon made of want and rapture and dread and resentment.

homer doesn’t condemn helen—and in the odyssey she’s seen reconciled with menelaus. she’s worshipped in sparta as a symbol of sexual power for centuries, until the end of roman rule: pausanias writes that pilgrims come to see the remains of her birth-egg, hung from the roof of a temple in the spartan acropolis; spartan girls dance and sing songs praising one another’s beauty and strength as part of rites of passage, leading them from parthenos to nýmphē, virgin to bride. cults of helen appear across greece, italy, turkey—as far as palestine—celebrating her shining beauty; they sacrifice to her as if she were a goddess. much of this is quickly forgotten. 

every age finds new words to hate helen, but they are old ways of hating: deceiver and scandal and insatiate whore. she is euripides’ bitchwhore and hesiod’s kalon kakon (“beautiful evil”) and clement of alexandria’s adulterous beauty and whore and shakespeare’s strumpet and proctor’s trull and flurt of whoredom and schiller’s pricktease and levin’s adulterous witch. her lusts damned a golden world to die, they say. pandora’s box lies between a woman’s thighs. helen is a symbol of how men’s desire for women becomes the evidence by which women are condemned, abused, reviled.  

but no cage of words can hold her fast. she is elusive; she yields nothing. she has outlasted civilisations, and is beautiful still. before troy is ash and ruin she has already heard all the slander of the centuries; and at last she turns her face away—as if to say: i am not for you

holy fuck

wisesnail:

Ain’t no thing like me, except me!

Rocket Raccoon - prints on my Society 6! C:

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