Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man. 

(Source: supersoldiers)

How rape trials should go?
  • Lawyer: Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes, but she was drunk and passed out.
  • Lawyer: That's not what I asked. Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes, but she was wearin-
  • Lawyer: I didn't ask what she was wearing. Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes, but-
  • Lawyer: I didn't ask anything else. It's just a simple yes or no answer. Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes.
  • Laywer: Yes, he raped her.
  • Rape is rape is rape, no matter the context.





my headcanon here is that legolas is just BARELY visibly holding it together

since canon tells us that mirkwood elves like to party and are fully capable of passing out from drunk

so legolas is using EVERYTHING HE HAS to fuck with gimli and pretend he hasn’t a clue what it’s like to be affected by alcohol

while inside he’s all ‘sdkla;hgsj you can do this leggles you can do this’

‘don’t think about that time you blacked out from dorwinion wine while naked in the middle of an impromptu archery contest’

‘and all your friends drew orc penises on your face’

‘and when you woke up you were halfway to dale without a clue as to how you got there’

‘And especially don’t think about that time you drank so much that the dwarves you were supposed to be watching escaped in the empty barrels of wine.’

‘Dad never let me hear the end of that one’



(Source: thorinium)


Mean Girls + GoT mashup is the best thing on the internet right now. See more here. 

(Source: Mashable)


One of the best animated villains in the entire fucking universe.

(Source: winterfel)

(Source: minuty)



is this frozen?

Don’t let them in 

Don’t let them see

Be the old man you always have to be

(Source: ishallforeverbeadisneyprincess)





"I think every woman at one point or another in their life has been called a bitch. For a long time I had a real problem with that word, I didn’t like it and I thought it was derogatory. But I’ve gotten to a place now where I’ve made a lot of peace with it. It’s been so overused and made to seem so derogatory towards woman that I’ve adapted it into an empowering feeling for myself. If I’m a bitch then I’m a bitch, if that’s what an assertive woman is to you. So I’ve sort of adapted it as a badge of honor."



I’m down with being called a bitch.

(Source: therealxtina)


can you illegally download sleep

(Source: cisphobic)



People shouldn’t assume parenting is more natural to women than men, these guys are the cutest.

they’re the cutest

admiralbaka asked:
Hey. I love you! :D

Good! Because I love you too. :D




Behind The Prop - Fenix Independent

I love this show and I love this video. Agh.


Oooo kill ehm!


i hope betty white lives forever

(Source: guy)






Life hacks mixed with a few great inventions!

the kids drive in one is great!!

I can’t believe I am posting this, but I am tired of being afraid.

For the entire month of March this year, I agonized over this very post. I didn’t ever think that I would actually be able to hit the submit button without regretting i, but I finally decided that I am done hiding and being afraid. I couldn’t post this on Facebook because I couldn’t handle the thought of hundreds of people I know seeing this. It’s interesting how posting this on Tumblr to people I don’t know is less scary. Talking about sexual assault and rape has become disgustingly taboo. Either you are seeking attention, “crying rape”, or are just being a feminist. It’s because of this that I have carried a burden that is more than one person should have to bear that I felt like I had to hide from the world. A burden that I had to finally put down because I am tired of feeling like my past is haunting me. Seeing all of the reblogs of pictures on Tumbler gave the me the courage to do it in a way where I would have to talk about it, because that is something that will always be difficult.

The fact that a Sexual Assault Awareness month is necessary is almost as appalling as the way the subject is treated. I will never understand how something I “do” warrants being treated the way I was. The notion that women are “asking for it” or that their clothes make them responsible for what happens is something I will never for the life of me understand. Not only this, but the fact that it is so difficult and frightening to press charges that so many assailants never go to jail. Who would ever want to testify in front of their assailant who is going to walk free in a matter of months? Restraining orders don’t work if they don’t care. What if they find you or your family when they get out? Getting “justice” is almost more painful and difficult to deal with than the actual act they committed, which is why I could never bring myself to actually go to the police.

In my Sophomore year of college, I started talking to a guy again that I met at orientation and hadn’t talked to since the beginning of Freshman year. We started hanging out again and one night, he asked me to go to his place. He came to my dorm to get me, but instead of driving me to his place, he drove to a remote location, locked his truck’s doors, and tried to take my phone. It all happened so fast that I have a hard time remembering all of what happened. There are, however, vivid pieces that I still can’t forget and the flashbacks happen when I least expect them. His last words before it happened are something I will never be able to forget, and even though the bruises are gone, I will never forget him grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me back into his truck because I “had to kiss him goodbye” when he dropped me back off at my dorm. I will also never forget how awful and violated I felt, even after sitting in the shower and crying for 3 hours the second I walked into my room. He tried to text me and I saw him on campus afterward. Every time, I froze in absolute terror and lost my ability to breathe. Those first few months afterwards were some of the most difficult ones I have ever gone through. And it was all at the hands of one person who couldn’t handle the words “no” and “stop.” 

But here I am, over 3 years later and seeing the pictures on my newsfeed from women who went through something similar to me gives me a bit of hope. Hope that one day, I won’t have to be afraid of telling people that I am a survivor, because that’s what I am. A survivor, not a victim. I am a survivor because I refuse to the let the inexcusable actions of one person affect how I see the world around me or let him dictate my value as a human being. I could have let him and what he did get to me, but instead I decided to prove to myself that he was and will always be wrong about me.