October192014

mikulios:

making HONEST ANTAGONISTS who believe they’re in the right and firmly believe in what they’re doing is SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING than making them “crazy” because of some outside influence. make villains who believe they are the protagonists

(Source: mikleos, via its-a-writer-thing)

October172014

He And She And

yourdailyscare:

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He had been a jackass. That much was clear. And she was giving him the silent treatment because of it. He had tried apologizing but she just lay there next to him, occasionally sniffing or cringing in a silent sob. He had no patience for crying.

“C’mon.” he said.

She turned over and pulled the covers even tighter over her head.

“You‘re blowing this out of proportion! I was drunk. These things happen!”

She gasped for air and trembled.

“ Oh Jesus Christ, stop it. I’m sorry, okay! I can’t go back in time and change things, so I’m sorry! What more can I do?”

Her head nodded “no” underneath the covers.

“All right, great, you’re out of your goddamn mind, you know that? If you’re so angry then why didn’t you leave, huh?”

He had her there. Hours earlier, she had been screaming at him, threatening to go and never come back. But sure enough, when he was nudged awake at 3AM, there she was in bed next to him.

“I’ll tell you why, because all you do and piss and moan about me and I’m sick of it. I’m done. I am done. Get out and go.”

She held her ground.

“I’m not kidding.”

She didn’t move.

“What are you deaf? GO!” he said in a voice that betrayed just how drunk he still was.

She curled up tight into a ball, shaking harder than ever. He’d gotten his point across. Now he could reel her back in.

“Look, you know I hate shouting at you babe.” he said, softly, “But you see what happens when you get naggy?”

She relaxed a little bit.

“I love you.” he said.

She scooted an inch closer.

As his hand reached under the sheets to stroke her side, his phone on the bedside table buzzed loudly. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Hon, could you pass me my phone?”

She nodded “no“ coyly.

“Okay, okay. I see what you’re doing.”

He reached over her and answered. “Hello?”

“I just thought you should know that I’ll be back tomorrow to pick up the rest of my things.” She said through the phone.

He froze.

“So you’d better be up. Enjoy sleeping alone tonight, jackass.”

She hung up.

He looked down at the mound under the sheets that shook with laughter, and a smell like rotten meat filled the room.

The covers flew off and He screamed and screamed and screamed.

October162014
“Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.”

Ten Word Poem #6  (via rumour)

this breaks my heart 

(via vu-oto)

(Source: poemsbysmm, via thatblackqueer)

11PM

brighid45:

be-boheme:

thatnellykid:

[source: part 1, part 2]

In Australia, call 13 11 14

In New Zealand, call 0800 543 354

In the US, call 1 800 273 8255

In the UK, call 0800 068 41 41

Please reblog, there’s only one of each individual and we need them all!

Always reblog. 

(via thelesbianguide)

11PM
devildoll:

chickletgirl:

theniftyfifties:

Liberace celebrating his 39th birthday at The Riviera Hotel, Las Vegas, 1958.

"He never married," the Liberace Museum tour guide said sadly, according to Devildoll.

I felt like we were the only people there who knew why. We were also the only people under the age of 65.

devildoll:

chickletgirl:

theniftyfifties:

Liberace celebrating his 39th birthday at The Riviera Hotel, Las Vegas, 1958.

"He never married," the Liberace Museum tour guide said sadly, according to Devildoll.

I felt like we were the only people there who knew why. We were also the only people under the age of 65.

(Source: pinterest.com)

11PM

chrispyfishinc:

Inspired by a friend

(via lgbtlaughs)

11PM
11PM

Sometimes I just stop and think about “Max Keebles Big Move” and wonder if I just imagined it

October132014
girl-bear:


shakeitupbebe:


citoyenrebelle:


I didn’t know her, therefore Wikipedia:


Lucy (or Lucia) Eldine Gonzalez was born around 1853 in Texas, likely as a slave, to parents of Native American, Black American and Mexican ancestry.[1] In 1871 she married Albert Parsons, a former Confederate soldier. They were forced to flee from Texas north by intolerant reactions to their interracial marriage.
Described by the Chicago Police Department as “more dangerous than a thousand rioters” in the 1920s, Parsons and her husband had become highly effective anarchist organizers primarily involved in the labor movement in the late 19th century, but also participating in revolutionary activism on behalf of political prisoners, people of color, the homeless and women.


Woaaah.
Just woaaah.


“more dangerous than a thousand rioters” fuck yeah.


Wow.

girl-bear:

shakeitupbebe:

citoyenrebelle:

I didn’t know her, therefore Wikipedia:

Lucy (or Lucia) Eldine Gonzalez was born around 1853 in Texas, likely as a slave, to parents of Native American, Black American and Mexican ancestry.[1] In 1871 she married Albert Parsons, a former Confederate soldier. They were forced to flee from Texas north by intolerant reactions to their interracial marriage.

Described by the Chicago Police Department as “more dangerous than a thousand rioters” in the 1920s, Parsons and her husband had become highly effective anarchist organizers primarily involved in the labor movement in the late 19th century, but also participating in revolutionary activism on behalf of political prisoners, people of color, the homeless and women.

Woaaah.

Just woaaah.

“more dangerous than a thousand rioters” fuck yeah.

Wow.

(Source: , via cuddlytogas)

12PM
bemusedlybespectacled:



What the hell is a “reverse Bechdel test”? Just no.
And now I love this film even more

bemusedlybespectacled:

What the hell is a “reverse Bechdel test”? Just no.

And now I love this film even more

(Source: sewerclown, via samsamtastic)

12PM
12PM

polyteleology:

sunteaflower:

We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.

I want to frame this and put it next to my computer.

(via obrojobs)

12PM

I thought… I thought all you wanted from me were those e-mails.

(Source: fyeahtgawm, via bleep0bleep)

12PM

thechronicferuchemist:

Uterus, I do not understand your need to have a baby. We cannot afford a baby. I do not want a baby. Hell you wouldn’t even be happy if we had a baby. I find these temper tantrums you throw every month we don’t have a baby absolutely unacceptable.

(via bookmad)

12PM

bookoisseur:

mashable:

squarerootofpreston:

m-cmlxxv:

yesterdaysvintagenightmares:

I expect nothing less.

THE SNITCH ONE OH MY GOD

I will say no if you don’t propose with the snitch or the har

Want/ Need all of these!

nerds.

(via bookmad)

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