thewritershelpers:

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming versethat what I wear puts swagger in my gait;though twenty shillings have I in my purse,my self-esteem and manhood both inflatewhen lofty furs I purchase for a cent.Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, thoughthey smell a trifle musty. Still, I spentmuch less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lootto those, like me, more frugal in their looks.Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.      - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

Too fantastic not to reblog. Especially if you love Shakespeare. -H

thewritershelpers:

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

Too fantastic not to reblog. Especially if you love Shakespeare. -H

(via myjusticecake)

janedoe225:

insilentseaswedrown:

artisnteasy:

so yada yada people are upset about Merida getting sexified and glitterfied , it upset me too

it peaked my interest so i looked up the rest of the redesigns

what.

the.

fuck.

pretty much every single redesign of all eleven princesses has them thinner and with more makeup and so much sexy hair i cannot

but this

mulan, tiana, and jasmine all have lighter skin. pocahontas isn’t as bad in that department but um HELLO do you see what she’s wearing? like wtf it’s worse than any ‘indian’ costume i’ve ever seen. racist stereotypes like woah.

these redesigns are just gross and i wish people would get just as upset about this as they do about merida

or you can just get the fuck over it, stereotypes happen in all movies, grow up and quit being so sensitive. you don’t always need a reason to complain about something or protest.

lol

take a fucking seat, tyler

it’s sociological fact that the media influences how think. i’m going to need you check your privilege. you’re oppressive as fuck.

this country has been built on 500 plus years of genocide, white supremacy, economic exploitation and female subjugation  and if you have the audacity to argue with that, you are clearly inept and i don’t need to engage with you any further.

this isn’t pos- racial America, Tyler. and you have to be  ignorant to think that  stereotypes that are fueled by racist powerful white men aren’t going to affect little girls. google doll test, fuckhead.

these stereotypes aren’t harmless. it’s why i can’t go into a store without a racist store clerk following me. it’s why i have to “thankful” that i don’t have a ghetto name so i can get a job.

so fuck you, tyler.

take that seat and self reflect.

(via actuallycrowley)

wexchester:

“My dear, find what you love and let it kill you.

Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

━ Falsely yours, Charles Bukowski”

“How do you do it?” Cas asks Sam one day, his eyes red-raw from lack of sleep, jaw dusted in two-day old stubble. “How do you live? How do you stand it?”

Sam’s face is partially obscured by yesterday’s newspaper, but he peers around the edge and quirks one eyebrow at Cas. “I dunno,” he says, and shrugs. “You have to figure out what kind of person you are first, I guess.”

“And how might one go about that?”

Sam looks at him then, really looks. He folds the paper into a square and sets it on the tabletop. “You good, Cas?” he inquires, concern budding in the corners of his eyes.

Cas nods abortively, wrings his hand together. “Yes, I–“ he pauses, sighs. “No, actually.”

Sam shuffles forward in his chair, curls his mouth into a gentle smile. “What’s on your mind?”

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(via floorplan)

colinmorgasms:

Superwhomerlock AU

The day the angels fell.

asked by anon.

(via thedreamer2931)