Just another glee loving, supernatural fan-girling (with a love for many other fandoms), college girl who spends a lot of time drinking coffee and trying to figure out life and the future.
I approve of open-minds and loving yourself, and knowing that no matter how awful your day is, there's always another one coming.

You are special,
no matter who you are.
Never ever let anyone tell you differently.

 

parnela-lansbury:

kenezbian:

soulmate AU where you wake up on your 18th birthday with the first words your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your body so you’ll know them when you meet them

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admittedly, there are a few bugs in the system

We’ve been here all of four minutes and you guys have already forgotten everything I said! Party huddle, stat!

(Source: bodiebroadus)

(Source: waltzy)

http://thepratandtheidiot.tumblr.com/post/80904538438/countlessuntruths-but-imagine-bi-ladies-falling

countlessuntruths:

But imagine bi ladies falling in love with other ladies and the narrative respecting that they’re bi and that they falling in love with someone of the same gender doesn’t invalidate their bisexuality

Pansexual princesses going on adventures with dashing lady knights.

blerdgirlchronicles:

professorfangirl:

norwegianpornfaerie:

palalife:

lehnsherrr:

you’ve gotta be kidding me  [x]

the fluff part of Xmen: Days of Future Past

Look, this is getting ridiculous.

Patrick Stewart has not a single no-homo to give. “I should be so lucky,” he seems to say.

I didn’t think it was possible for this picture to get cuter, then I noticed that Sir Ian was totally rocking sweaterpaws. 
They’re the best best friends that ever friended.

blerdgirlchronicles:

professorfangirl:

norwegianpornfaerie:

palalife:

lehnsherrr:

you’ve gotta be kidding me  [x]

the fluff part of Xmen: Days of Future Past

Look, this is getting ridiculous.

Patrick Stewart has not a single no-homo to give. “I should be so lucky,” he seems to say.

I didn’t think it was possible for this picture to get cuter, then I noticed that Sir Ian was totally rocking sweaterpaws. 

They’re the best best friends that ever friended.

Have you ever heard the phrase cockblocking? You know, you’re at a bar, talking to a girl, and what happens? Her less attractive friend comes over and ruins everything. Cockblock. Well I have to tell you something guys: I have been the less attractive friend, and you were NOT cockblocked. I was following orders from my better-looking friend that she did not wanna fuck you. …Girls have two signals for their friends: ‘I’m gonna fuck him’ and ‘HELP.’

Amy Schumer [x] (via rashaka)

The number of “get me out of here” tactics women have developed and shared to help each other escape from overly-insistent-to-borderline-predatory dudes in public places should probably be enough evidence of the existence of rape culture all on its own.

(via madgastronomer)

YES

(via ellakrystina)

I especially like how, in the majority of cases, you don’t have to verbally communicate what your signals are to other women. I’ve had women I didn’t even know come save me. Literally every woman recognizes the “Dear god, help me” facial expression, and knows exactly what they should do. We don’t get a handbook for this. We don’t have a sit-down nail polish party where we talk about a standardized woman code for preventing creepers. It’s just part of being a woman.

BUT LOL RAPE CULTURE DOESN’T EXIST.

(via eastberlin)

Yup. I’ve definitely taken strangers by the arm and pulled her aside to go, “Oh my GOD it’s you! How ARE YOU?!? It’s been so long!” and then been like “hey I could overhear that guy who wouldn’t leave you alone so I figured I’d give you an out” and then see their VISIBLY RELIEVED expressions. This is part of girl code, because rape culture is that pervasive.

(via thebicker)

I once had a girl sit on my lap and say “hey baby” after she witnessed a guy (who was easily 20+ years older than me) hitting on me and harassing me for my number even after I told him I was taken. After he got up and left she asked if I was okay. I couldn’t thank her enough times, I even bought her a drink.

(via castielsmiles)

When I was 16 years old, I went to a club with my mother to see a band perform. The part of the club where the concert was taking place was too hot and crowded, and I broke away from it before I had a full anxiety attack, though I was still visibly shaken. As I sat down at the bar, with my clearly marked under-18 hand stamp, an older man sat down next to me and started talking about how much nicer concerts were in his home country. He kept trying to offer me drinks, even though I already had a cup of ice. He would not leave me alone, even after I pointed out my hand stamp. Said that he preferred younger girls. I started to panic again.

A woman that was about 6’1” came over, grabbed me, and about screamed, “Girlfriend! I lost you in the crowd! Come on, your dad’s outside to get us!” She dragged me outside of the club, gave me a hug, and left. I ended up ditching my mum and actually calling my dad to pick me up.

Never ignore the ‘please help me’ face, ladies.

(via touchofgrey37)

bangingpatchouli:

somecreativedomain:

I bet it tastes like regret and daddy issues.

With hints of self-loathing and a deeply repressed finish

bangingpatchouli:

somecreativedomain:

I bet it tastes like regret and daddy issues.

With hints of self-loathing and a deeply repressed finish