How To Get Away With Murder

Jasper: hey man you can die with us if you want ... i mean, just in case you thought you weren't welcome you totally are dude don't even worry - dying's a team sport

Bellamy: aw man i wish i could but i got a wife now and she thinks she's going to see me again so

Bellamy: *shrugs*

Bellamy: besides ... i already packed my chem tent and i need to show off my bangin' new backpack to clarkey

Bellamy: see you around sometime tho??? hell maybe???

Jasper: nah bitch i'm reincarnating as a weed plant lol u thought-

Aslaug knew she had to die

her sons were getting older and the only way they could take the throne was by defeating their father. Aslaug may not have loved Ragnar but she didn’t turn their children against him. (he did that on his own) Aslaug never wanted that so in order for her sons to be able to TAKE the throne it needed to be in someone elses hands.

to insure this she lets herself be killed thus sacrificing herself for her sons future.

she won. Lagertha lost the moment she shot Aslaug. and maybe Lagertha knew it.

Ragnar’s death only delays Lagertha’s but she will get whats coming to her. the seer has said so. a son of Ragnar will kill her. Aslaug wasn’t a shieldmaiden but that doesn’t mean she didn’t fight in battles. she may even have lost battles but she won the war. (against Lagertha)

a prayer

Les Félins (René Clément), Days of Being Wild (Wong Kar Wai), Malcolm T. Liepke, Gustav Vigeland (Eros and Psyche), Stephan Sinding (Adoration), Soul Eom (kiss, hug and die)

Don’t patronize me.

“The Gods will always smile on brave women.”

In a world where Hirst lets little girls grow up -

Gyda, daughter of Lagertha and Ragnar Angrboda, daughter of Helga and Floki Siggy, daughter of Thorunn and Bjorn The unborn daughter of Lagertha and Kalf Geirlaug, the not yet seen daughter of Gisla and Rollo

A game of Truth or Dare with TWD characters...

Carl: Dad gets dare!

Rick: Oh, I really don't want to play...

Daryl: I got one! Whoever chooses the next song gets to do to Rick whatever the main themes of the lyrics are.

Rick: *Looking around nervously* Come on, I'm going to sit this one out I think...

Negan: *Kicks in front door, runs through living room towards CD player, elbows Carl in the face, stands on Aaron's fingers, knocks over dining table, pushes Daryl through window, jumps on couch, somersaults over Judith, grabs CD of choice, slams it in player*

CD Player: *blasts* SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!

Negan: *smiles and winks at Rick*

I like Davos talking about Jon Snow like yeah he may be nothing, but hes OUR nothing! we ELECTED this nothing!

Vladimir; derived from the Slavic element vladeti “rule”, combined with meru “great, famous”.

Anatoly; Russian form of Anatolius, derived from ανατολη, meaning “sunrise”.

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

TVD Villains // Suicide Squad