Tom Felton on working with Ralph Fiennes on the set of HP

(Source: jvh1988, via the-power-of-potter)

jayayayayay:

if easter and 4/20 are both today can it be called a joint holiday

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After Fred’s death, George Weasley could never produce a patronus.

Okay I’m sorry but I take such issue with this statement.
A patronus requires that the wizard possess a powerful happy memory. Are you trying to tell me that when Fred died George lost every happy memory he had? The man is GEORGE FUCKING WEASLEY. He has happy memories by the motherfucking bucket load.
And are you also trying to imply that George was never happy after Fred’s death? Because I take huge issue with that, and I’m willing to bet my life that Fred Weasley would hex you for thinking that. George got married. He had kids. Are you trying to tell me he never felt a moment of joy for the rest of his life? Fred has been dead for over 16 years now. Yes, I will agree that George probably often has felt like there was a feeling of something missing. I’m sure that certain happy moments were bittersweet, Fred should’ve been the best man at his wedding, Fred never got the chance to meet his niece or nephew. But are you trying to tell me that George lived the rest of his life in an empty, joyless existence? I fucking reject that on principle. This is GEORGE FUCKING WEASLEY. Are you aware of his badassery? Are you aware of who his twin was? Do you honestly think that Fred would be okay with George not being a happy fun dad to his kids? Not being a cheerful loving husband to Angelina? Fuck you. Fred would demand his brother learn to be happy without him, and let’s face it, the only person in the world that can boss around a Weasley twin is another Weasley twin. I’ll admit that there were many sad moments, moments where George was angry and bitter about losing his brother, moments that were bittersweet because his brother wasn’t there. But don’t fucking tell me he was never happy again. Don’t tell him his children didn’t make him happy. Don’t tell me his wife didn’t make him happy. Don’t pretend he didn’t jump up and down cheering for Ginny when she made the Holyhead Harpies, or that he wasn’t glad when Ron decided to take time off from the Ministry and help him with the shop. 
I realize the fandom is still devastated by Fred’s death. I realize George’s life would never be the same. But I’m so fucking sick of this fandom trying to sentence him to a life of depression. George will miss his brother ever day of his life, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be happy.

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"Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining."

— note to self (via throughkaleidscopeeyes)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via mildmodern-girl)

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Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming:

1. The Girl Who Takes Up Too Much Space, always, her shoulders too wide in stairwells, her hips too big in doorways, her voice too loud in classes. This woman does not understand the art of crumbling, of curling herself tight like the spiral of a fern, soft, delicate, unwilling to reach out the ivy of her fingers to grasp onto what should rightfully be hers. This is a beast, an elephant, a moving mountain and she is capable of flattening you, she is capable of ruining you, she is capable of making you feel as small and insignificant in her life as she is supposed to be. You are this woman’s footnote to history, you are her side note in song lyrics, you are constantly interrupted by her with a witty joke you wish you thought of. I asked what the problem was with being a steamroller instead of a sunflower and I was laughed down.

2. The Beautiful One, the long hair or the slim waist or the pretty eyes or the lips like bowstrings. This woman looks good in everything because she’s confident in whatever you put her in. She’ll cut her hair short on you no matter how you like it, she’ll wear high heels and step on your opinions, she’ll look hot as hell no matter what size she is. See, the reason you can’t trust her is because women like this don’t need your permission, they’ll do as they please and get away with it. They’ll say no to you, over and over. Teach your daughters that beautiful means dangerous, teach them to distrust women who love themselves. Equate beautiful with vapid, equate pretty with stupid, take their power from them. Say they’re vain for their makeup, refuse to see them without it. These women are snakes, they are serpents. I said maybe the problem lies with you being unable to control yourself and was told to get off my pedestal.

3. A Bitch. Women are supposed to be ladies in the street but will tear skin under sheets. I’m told: Never raise your voice. Speak gently. Submit. Hold your opinion against your lips and when you admit to it, make sure it comes out as a butterfly wing suggestion. Don’t disagree. Don’t undermine someone else’s authority, regardless of whether or not they deserve your respect. Someone touches you, just move away from them. Don’t hit. Don’t talk back. Be like the ruins of Rome, only beautiful if you can’t hear your quiet death.

4. The Needy One. I have heard how others spit when they talk about how she gave you everything and you shoved it back down her throat until she choked on it, until she came back crawling and asked you what she did, until her palms and knees were scraped for want of just a little affection - never be this woman, I’m told, because she’s a joke and the joke is that she dared to have more emotion than you did. The truth is, I’m told, the one who cares less in a partnership is the one who wins. I didn’t know this was a competition.

5. The Cock Tease, certified stripper, how dare that girl look like that and not want me to sleep with her. Lust is always personified as a lady in red with a dress slit up her thigh. Lust is sinful because it’s power, it’s not asking for attention - it’s demanding it. I’m told she is the worst kind of woman, that looking good is supposed to be some kind of shame on her kin. I’m told not to leave the house in such a short skirt, not with a shirt so low, not with a lace back, not with high heels, not dressed like that. My lipstick can’t be too red, my hair can’t be too mussed, I can’t just “turn someone on like that and then leave them wanting.” I mentioned that instant gratification actually ruins our psyche and was told that being led on was “exhausting.” I said that there was a difference between purposefully tricking someone into liking you and just being attractive or friendly. I was told there’s also a difference between coffee and tea but both result in caffeine. I said, “I’ve been turned on in class by the girls I talk to but I didn’t expect anything from them,” and they said, “It’s different, you’re not a man,” but couldn’t explain where that difference was.

6. A Slut, obviously ruined by another person’s touch. It doesn’t matter how many people she’s actually been with, it’s all about the rumors she carries with her. Easy. Harlot. You’ll still try to get with her, you’ll still take her into your bed and kiss her and say things you don’t mean - but you’ll defame her name when you talk to your buddies. My father used to say “A slut is fine for the night, but the virgin is who you take home and marry.” Maybe he didn’t know he was teaching his daughter to hate her sexuality. Maybe he didn’t know that every time she’d be kissed, her whole system would shake until she felt ready to combust, shame and self-hatred shivering against her spine. Maybe he didn’t know she’d disconnect emotions and sex because he always told her, “Boys are different, they won’t care about you.” Nobody said to her that it was okay to experiment. See, the funny thing is, I’m a dancer so I know exactly where my center of gravity is. I know how hard I’ll fall in each direction. Yet out of fear of getting hurt, I won’t let a single person inside of my bed.

7. The Soulmate. Never love romance more than you love being cynical. Never show weakness, never like pink, never think maybe you might find someone nice and settle down with them. Someone will find you, I was told, And if you’re lucky, he’ll put up with you when you start getting old. Never be the woman who believes in happily ever after, never be dumb enough to think maybe someone could love you after all of your mistakes. It has nothing to do with whether or not a family is important to you and you’re in a good place where a relationship would make your life better - you’re not a princess. You don’t get married, you settle.

8. The Girl With Strength, who can outrun everyone and who is stronger than her boyfriend. “See the thing about boys,” says my daddy, “Is that you have to let them win.” I sat at home and read stories about Artemis and wanted to become the huntress, too. I wanted to howl at the moon, I wanted to slay the beasts that bested me, I wanted to rule my kingdom with bloody fists. But girls are never athletes, never supposed to be “built,” regardless of the fact civilizations were constructed on our spines and we made homes in war by the steel of our ribs. Never be strong. We are supposed to wilt.

9. The Lady CEO: because if you choose work over family, are you really a girl? How dare you fight your way to the top through every pair of eyes that bore through your blouse, through every meeting where you were hushed by the sound of someone else talking, through every time someone called you “sweetie,” how dare you yearn for something. Is your husband the stay-at-home one? I can’t imagine how that is going. He’s not a real man, after all. I don’t give it long before the divorce. How dare you decide you’re happy being single. Don’t you know you’re supposed to bear children. Where is your honor? Where is your wisdom? Who cares if you are the leader, the best suited for your position, the quickest-thinking, the one who makes the hardest clients come back again. Don’t you see? Across history, women have been terrible at success. They always lose their man in the end. (When I said, “I would rather be a famous author than a mediocre mother,” I was told, “No, don’t worry, you’ll be a fine mommy.”)

10. THE GIRL I AM: FIRECRACKER AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND I WON’T FUCKING REGRET IT I’M NOT YOUR PRETTY GIRL I’M NOT YOUR ANYTHING I’M PERFECT, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP WHAT I’M DOING. I DON’T WANT TO BE “LADYLIKE” THAT LITERALLY MEANS NOTHING I’M NOT GOING TO STOP STANDING UP AND DEMANDING WHAT’S COMING TO ME. I’M GONNA BE SOMEBODY. I’M GONNA MAKE THEM REMEMBER ME. I REFUSE TO BE OVERSHADOWED IN HISTORY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO CREATE BUT YOU MADE ME A DRAGON YOU PUT ME IN THE FIRE AND WHEN I STOPPED BURNING I LEARNED HOW TO GLOW DON’T THINK YOU CAN STOP ME YOU CAN’T TAME A TORNADO.

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In respectful response to a poem tilted, “Ten men women have warned me against becoming." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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captain-peachy:

whynotstyless:

nappyheadet-ho-ho-hoes:

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"wow! who taught you how to make that?"

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"wow! who taught you-"

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why do you know so much about sex
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why don’t you ever hang out with anyone from your school
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what do you mean you hate this genera—
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slaughteroftheweeaboos:

ppl my age have children what the hell i am a children

(Source: callmeoutbro, via paranoidhousecats)

If you command me to do something that I was already planning on doing the chances of me doing that thing automatically drop to zero

(Source: brobecks, via paranoidhousecats)

"I was so focused on pouring myself into you that I forgot I was becoming empty along the way."

letterstocrushes #501818 (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: paper-skies, via thisdivorce)

"I don’t have a problem with gay people I just don’t want them throwing it in my face"

touchabletimmy:

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boner-chan:

misandry-mermaid:

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Uh…… you mean like this?

wow. let it be known that tumblr legitimately changed my opinion on something today.

I’m sorry but is there an advert about toilet paper in there. They are legitimately trying to sex up toilet paper.

Damn?

(via choosechoice)

americanfall:

compromisedanalintegrity:

I can’t wait for Hillary to pull a BEYONCÉ. No promo, no campaign, no nothing. We will all just be sitting on twitter with our thumbs up our asses when our timeline suddenly starts to fill with the news that Hillary Rodham Clinton is now President Hillary Rodham Clinton. Slayed the game, and we weren’t even ready for it.

That’s called a coup. That’s a fascist dictatorship. That is the exact opposite of what anyone wants.

I think the actual ideal is we all get to the polls on election day and bam her name is on the ballot and she never announced she was running just somehow her name is magically there. Granted I’m sure many people plan on writing her in anyway.

(Source: beynus, via seriouslyamerica)

americanfall:

compromisedanalintegrity:

I can’t wait for Hillary to pull a BEYONCÉ. No promo, no campaign, no nothing. We will all just be sitting on twitter with our thumbs up our asses when our timeline suddenly starts to fill with the news that Hillary Rodham Clinton is now President Hillary Rodham Clinton. Slayed the game, and we weren’t even ready for it.

That’s called a coup. That’s a fascist dictatorship. That is the exact opposite of what anyone wants.

(Source: beynus, via seriouslyamerica)

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

(via lipstick-feminists)

thankyouforthedildos:

It’s ten million times harder to be a strong independent woman who don’t need a man when your mom won’t lend you the money for medieval swords to slay your enemies.

(via paranoidhousecats)