misanthrope23:
Reblog and Just click on the picture above, then click on play, then leave the mouse alone, sit back and enjoy a piece of creative brilliance.
Okay, so the facebook thing never really took off, and I mostly just lurk on livejournal, but I can totally do the tumblr thing, right? Right! I'm done with anonymously creeping rad blogs. \o/
(thanks to the fair lady jenny for the quick read-over and titling assistance!)
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a princess who was kidnapped; snatched right off her unicorn by an evil witch, who left her trapped in a tower out of spite. This tower — as towers often are — was guarded by a dragon, a cruel, yellow beast with snapping jaws, who the townsfolk called Murphy.
The King and the Queen were desperate to see the safe return of their daughter, and offered her hand in marriage to any knight who could slay the dragon and rescue the princess from her tower prison. Knights from all over the realm flocked to the base of the tower, in the hope that they would be the one to succeed. A line of knights stretched for half a mile, all along the bridge that led to the tower and beyond, into the edges of the haunted wood that surrounded it. (Because a tower must always be surrounded by a haunted wood, of course.)
Unfortunately for those brave knights, Murphy the dragon was a nasty creature, an enemy of joy and true love who rained fire and dragonpiss on those who sought to enter the tower. One by one, the knights fell or fled, and the princess could do no more than wave from her window, shouting encouragement or condolences as needed.
Close to the end of the line, still patiently awaiting his turn, was a curly-haired knight, small of stature with eyes of hazel, clad in golden armor bedecked with enameled songbirds perched upon his shoulders. Even late in the afternoon, the day was hot and sunny, and the knight turned to the knight behind him, wiping a drop of sweat from his brow.
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THIS! And actually, could everyone please stop tagging your Finchel hate with Klaine, too? I track that tag to see/read about a couple I like, not to see bashing of other couples. 8T
Recently the actors who play Rue and Cinna have come under attack from Racist fans of the Hunger Games. Reblog if you support the casting of Amandla Stenberg, the adorable and talented actress who plays Rue, and Lenny Kravitz, the unquestionable genius who plays Cinna. More @ eonline.
cuttingmywayabsent:
Who Ever Made This. YOU’RE A GENIUS
FOREVER REBLOG.
vulcanslovecupcakes:
eddplant:
fishingboatproceeds:
tyleroakley:
Learn.
I actually found this really helpful.
I have never heard the expression Genderqueer before.
This is both cute AND informative. =D
FFFFFFF BE SASSIER, DARREN, I DARE YOU
scrunchyblaine:
pavarottilives:
Let’s review shall we?
S2.06: Never Been Kissed:
Blaine is the first person to truly see Kurt. Every bit of him. The pain, the need, the terror, the potential for bravery.
We find out, vaguely, that Blaine went through a situation similar to Kurt. He...
homemadedarkmark:
karmindy:
bill watterson is my hero
love him
uprightcitizens:
In response to this bullshit.
You know what, Tumblr? I think 1000+ of you guys are grossly underestimating the awesomeness of having female friends. You can steal their clothes and talk about both Lady Issues and Non-Lady Issues with them and if you happen to get blackout drunk in their company, you can be pretty sure that they will not take advantage of you (aside from maybe taking some regrettable pictures and refusing to untag you in them). They can counsel you on things that, let’s face it, guys generally do not understand (both shallow and serious). I love having guy friends, but I also loooove having female friends. I don’t know why there’s this stigma surrounding girl-girl friendships, but it needs to end.
You say “Girls stab you in the back?” No, kids, bad friends stab you in the back. Gender has nothing to do with it. “Girls are catty?” Not all of us! Just like how not all guys aren’t super-cool chill bros who “have your back” all the time! The genders aren’t divided along such simple lines. Stop acting like they are, and stop encouraging lady-on-lady hate. Because honestly, if you don’t get along with any of the girls you know, I hate to be the bearer of bad news… but the chances are good that you are the problem.