So, I just found the perfect outfit for my 63 Bet story with Nico and all I need is an aviators jacket since I am planning on wearing it to school once we get colder weather. I have the black skirt, the black tights, beat up black converse, a black tank top that matches the skirt style well and a white belt, with a gray scarf and white hat to go with and all I need is that jacket and a skull ring, which i can find at Hot Topic for 5 bucks. Do you guys know of any places to get a good aviators jacket for a decent price since I am trying to save 7000 dollars this year to apply for a great math and science program in North Texas?

diangelofdeath
caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!

We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct

We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 

Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 

Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.

Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 

You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 

What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

joker-ace

benedicted-cumberbatched:

lumos5001:

cassywinchestertheangel:

fullmetalhiddlestoner:

the-girl-who-loved-them-all:

So this is what happens when Natasha tells Clinton to go pick up their daughter from ballet lessons.

FOREVER ROBLOG.

yeah. that’s basically it

not even exaggerating 

 (via selma-is-superwholocked)

a result of what happened in budapest

My friend Grace( who I am going to comic con with tomorrow) and I were talking about elementary school and all the people we used to hang out with and I brought up the fact that I used to hang out with all the guys that are now preps in our school and I was really good friends with them until one of the guys found out I had a crush on him in one of the most embarrassing ways possible. (I refer to it as The Incident now) and I told her that right after that, I refused to talk to him or any of his friends for 6 years until 8th grade when he started talking to me all of a sudden.

Like, I was the assistant stage manager for  the one act play at our school and he was the an actor in it. Well, the whole reason the teacher had picked me for the job was because she knew I wasn’t going to let the actors walk over me and say things that needed to be said. So, during that whole 2 months, I had daily contact with him and all I could think about with him around with The Incident but he never mentioned it and was really nice to me. The day before the performance, one of the actors told me off and I was already on edge because my grades weren’t doing well at the time so I just went to a corner and curled up and started crying. Well the costume manager found me and all the actors on my wing came around and started crowding around me but the guy BENT DOWN ON MY LEVEL, PUT HIS HAND ON MY KNEE, AND FREAKING TOLD ME THAT IF HE HAD EVER DONE ANYTHING TO HURT MY FEELINGS OR SOMETHING THAT HE WAS SORRY AND ASKED WHAT I NEEDED HIM TO DO. So, embarrassed me mumbled to leave me alone and that I was fine and he got everyone to leave and made sure that I was okay and helped me up from the ground. Now, it is important to tell you at this point that I had started crushing on him before the play even started, so I was so embarrassed at this.

After we completed the play and all, everything was fine until my math teacher asked me to help tutor some kids after school who needed help to pass the EOC so they could get credit. Who was one of the kids? Freaking guy, that’s who. Luckily, someone else was also tutoring so I avoided him like the plague. Until one day when we ended tutoring early and went to play in the gym. So I was sitting under the volleyball net, playing a game on my phone while my two friends pass a volleyball around when someone shouts look out and a basketball hit me, knocking my phone across the room and making the ball land in my lap. So I look up and their is guy staring at me with a look of shock and panic like he is afraid I’m going to kill him. So he starts rushing out an apology and all I do is pass the ball back to him, grab my phone and tell him its alright, I don’t care.

And then, I am helping that same math teacher with a little festival about Pi day, when I find out that he is also helping out for extra credit. At the Pi day, there is a Pi reciting contest. Well, all year I had been sitting by this giant pi poster so I had memorized a good portion of it. So the teacher mentions to him the contest and that I was participating in it. I was messing around with some tape at the time but I look up at the sound of my name and he gives me this smirk and asks me to drop out of the contest. I tell him no because I had memorized the number, I was going to recite it. The whole 4 hours before the contest, he is constantly talking to me, trying to get me to drop out. I had even gone to his section to participate in his activity because he was giving cookies out and I was hungry and he gave me that smirk again and said I couldn’t have the cookie unless I dropped out of the contest. So I roll my eyes and start to walk away because I still have stuff to do, I don’t need this, and he freaking chases me down, grabs my arm and hands me the cookie, saying that he was sorry that he was a jerk. I say thanks and eat part of the cookie(it was delicious by the way) and he smirks at me again and asks me to drop out.(I beat him in the competition) 

So I told Grace all of this and she smiles at me and says “Evelyn, it sounds like he was flirting with you and likes you. You have to admit, your little elementary girl was freaking out.” she doesn’t know I still like him. When she said this, I was freaking out in the inside. So actual part of this post:

Do you guys think he actually likes me? Because I have put it in my mind that I could never date him because he could never like me and that he was way out of my league. I don’t want to give myself false hope. So, does it sound like he likes me? Or is Grace and me reading into this too much?

therealeovaldez
socialjusticeprincesses:

fat-lasts-longer-than-flavor:

cuadradonegro:

obscurewings:

I made a political cartoon for English class about issues in school
It focuses on how teens are expected to make career defining choices with barely any experience, and also how parents often take so much authority that their child’s decision is not actually their own
If this gets some notes then I’ll make a colored version

thank fucking you. this defines me a few years ago really accurately

this

story time! At college some of us were talking about tattoos we want. Our teacher said “you don’t want to get a tattoo at eighteen because you might change your mind.” I said “I had to decide my entire career path when I was fourteen when I chose my GCSEs. I think I can decide on a bird on my wrist at eighteen.”
~ Mulan

socialjusticeprincesses:

fat-lasts-longer-than-flavor:

cuadradonegro:

obscurewings:

I made a political cartoon for English class about issues in school

It focuses on how teens are expected to make career defining choices with barely any experience, and also how parents often take so much authority that their child’s decision is not actually their own

If this gets some notes then I’ll make a colored version

thank fucking you. this defines me a few years ago really accurately

this

story time! At college some of us were talking about tattoos we want. Our teacher said “you don’t want to get a tattoo at eighteen because you might change your mind.” I said “I had to decide my entire career path when I was fourteen when I chose my GCSEs. I think I can decide on a bird on my wrist at eighteen.”

~ Mulan

diangelofdeath

Let’s make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.

amy-the-boxed-cat:

somethingfangirly:

joanne-the-fallen-angel-of-pizza:

idgit-pies-and-puppydogeyes:

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“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.

omg this is still going

IT’S A RULE TO REBLOG EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON YOUR DASH.

i’m not even in the supernatural fandom and i’m still going to reblog

lost count of the times i’ve reblogged this

I swear like half of those reblogs is me

…………………..it’s still not fucking broken 

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LIFE IS THIS POST YEAH

I’M GONNA REBLOG

ALL NIGHT LONG