Tilda Swinton risked arrest waving a rainbow flag in front of the Kremlin in violation of Russia’s new homosexual propaganda bill. And she wants everyone who can to reblog it in solidarity.
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Thorin: *holding resume* so what do you think your biggest weakness is as a burglar?
Bilbo: I’m not a burglar.
Thorin: Commitment to playing innocent, I like it.
the writers: we have a plan for your fav character.
me: really? what’s it?
the writers:
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-
please raise your children to wash their hands after they use the restroom I’ve watched too many men walk straight out of the bathroom from the stall without a second thought and it’s keeping me up at night
a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.”
my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!”
me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.
I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.
this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.
Connor: I've gone mad.
Oliver: No, you haven't
Connor: No, I haven't
Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OURS IS THE FURY
Ser Amory dragged Princess Rhaenys out from under her father’s bed and stabbed her to death.
They say empathy is what made the success of the human race. Our survival is directly linked to our cooperation. We evolved together and we will perish together.
1513 Lockscreens Edits made by me :)