Things you'll see here: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Torchwood, Whedonverse, Misfits, Being Human (UK), Queer as Folk (US), The Outs, Whatever this is. Orphan Black

There will only be adoration of Anthony Mackie, Bastille, Benedict Cumberbatch, Bonnie Wright, Dan Radcliffe, Emma Stone, Gareth David-Lloyd, Hunter Canning, Iwan Rheon, Jenn Harris, Jennifer Lawrence, Tommy Heleringer AND Randy Harrison and JK Rowling
My babies: Jack Scruffy from The Outs, Dan-Chris-Kyle-Will of Bastille, Sam/Steve or Sam/Bucky or Sam/Steve/Bucky or Sam/Steve/Bucky/Nat (basically anyone with Sam) from MCU!!
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kryptaria:

rembrandtswife:

shanology:

neo-maxi-zoom-bucky:

shanology:

I support so, so many of Sebastian Stan’s clothing choices. Honestly, I think he pulls off outfits that most men couldn’t even dream of wearing. If anything, he’s a freakin’ couture icon. I love him in suits, I love him in skinny jeans, I love the rings and the leather jackets and his seemingly endless collection of scarves.
But I will never, as long as I live, understand these pants.

shanology I’m fairly certain I saw those pants trying to hitch a ride when I was in Vegas.

I had seen lots of hot pics of him in that shirt, but the first time I saw a full-length shot from this event, I was just like,
What.

His arms and hands are so pretty, but the pants… they look like he forgot to change out of his pyjama bottoms. No really, dude, you did.

This…
I don’t even know.

kryptaria:

rembrandtswife:

shanology:

neo-maxi-zoom-bucky:

shanology:

I support so, so many of Sebastian Stan’s clothing choices. Honestly, I think he pulls off outfits that most men couldn’t even dream of wearing. If anything, he’s a freakin’ couture icon. I love him in suits, I love him in skinny jeans, I love the rings and the leather jackets and his seemingly endless collection of scarves.

But I will never, as long as I live, understand these pants.

shanology I’m fairly certain I saw those pants trying to hitch a ride when I was in Vegas.

I had seen lots of hot pics of him in that shirt, but the first time I saw a full-length shot from this event, I was just like,

What.

His arms and hands are so pretty, but the pants… they look like he forgot to change out of his pyjama bottoms. No really, dude, you did.

This…

I don’t even know.

America was built on two monumental crimes: the genocide of the Native American and the enslavement of the African American. The tendency of official America is to memorialize other peoples’ crimes and to forget its own - to seek a high moral ground as a pretext to ignore real issues. By Mahmood Mamdani (via yourfavmoroccan)

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im-the-asshole-that:

starknjarvis:

deans-fucking-fallen-angel:

sassykylesimmons:

all-this-bastille:

playalchemy:

Three different versions of Pompeii. Capitol Studios, Brit Awards performance, and the original. I don’t know what happened.

This is… AMAZING

It’s like a beautiful choir of dan smiths

jesus
 christ

what

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  • Track: Pompeii Layers
  • Artist: Bastille
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They call us now. Before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?” They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run. Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

The ultimate success of a black man is to do what a white man does, as seen in Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty #8.

I’m not trying to pick on Rick Remender for having Sam Wilson become Captain America, but some things need to be said. I don’t want to go so far as to say that only a white writer would think to have Sam Wilson become Captain America, because that’s not the case. I do, however, think that only a writer who isn’t trying hard enough would come up with that already-been-done story. More important, I think only a writer caught up in existing racial ideologies would think it is a good idea that a black man assumes the identity of a white man, as if that is the pinnacle of identity.

http://www.badazzmofo.com/2014/07/18/marvel-launches-diversity-representation-2014-a-k-a-dont-piss-on-my-head-and-tell-me-its-raining/

And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard. By "Why Don’t the Unemployed Get Off Their Couches?" and Eight Other Critical Questions for Americans (via seriouslyamerica)