deargodfandom:

Some of it might seem funny. More of it might seem hilarious. It may be hard to drop old habits. But, hey, fandom— it’s all kind of really suckish and it needs to stop.

• The “Five Flaming Homosexuals” trope. Not only is ‘homosexuals’ clinical, traditionally oppressive language, the idea of…

Yeah, pretty much this.

(Source: lordchristofer, via hazzalovesboo)

illcomebacktoyousomeday:

#and this is how gg shall end for me if they fuck up dair

I am going with this, because seriously, I cannot think of anything good that came out of that ending. Ended up skipping through most of it because it was SO BORING AND SO AGAINST CHARACTER AND FUCK YOU GG WRITERS, FUCK YOU.

(Source: moonlight-dream, via all-hail-dair)

Tony Porter - A call to men

(Source: ted.com)

vwatson:

Louise Brealey.

Sophie Van Den Akker

Mossman Campaign; Neon Nemesis AW 12

(Source: mossmanclothing.com.au)

everyday-cute:

Guest comic by the amazing Emmy Cicierega

Omar LinX – Cowboy

You see I grew up as a wild child, played by my own rules

Stubborn as a mother fucker, I don’t wanna go to school

Math class is boring, recess is old news

I just wanna chill and have fun like them older dudes

And so I did and I never gave in

With my back to the wind and a goofy old grin

I was out for the sting when I wanted that win

When they told me I’d lose, I just told them I’d win

And I snuck out of class, headed down the road,

Ventured on home, call me Indiana Ommz,

Said I’d never look back, I’d just set my own path

I don’t need a game plan, I can get my own map

Til girl meets boy and boy meets girl

Never would have thought she would change his world

I remember that day, when we met up in the rain 

She just looked me in the eyes, and she said one thing

Don’t you see what I am? See what I’m doin’?

This is my life, don’t you see what I’ve ruined?

Drowned my gift, dropped my faith,

Forgot my dream, I’ve lost my way.

And there’s nobody to blame, nobody to go to.

I was doin’ fine why the fuck did I involve you?

Ready as I am I would never get the chance,

To show you what I dreamt

‘Cos you’d never understand.

I’m a cowboy by night, rider by the day,

If I can find a saloon, I can find my way.

Earn my living with my outlaw winnings

Y’all could spend it all with me but I just can’t stay

Now everything’s gone, everything’s lost

Promises to God, I’ve paid my cost

Never would’ve thought that she’d ever let us go

But she’s missing in my heart, I can feel it in my soul

What’s wrong? Who cares?

So long, cold stare.

I’ve been wrong about everything, you owned me

And if I had another chance to try it all again

Then you know you’d be looking at the old me

So if there’s anything left, anything at all

Let me write that song that’ll put you in my arms

I can see you’re a star, but please don’t shoot

Please, at the least, let me speak my truth

“Too little too late,” she whispered in the wind

Wish you never left, it shouldn’t be the end

She always on my mind when I’m thinking in my zone

When there’s nothing left to drink and I’m sitting here alone

The cards are on the table, the odds are looking grim

Indebted to regret, there’s no profit in the win.

I told her what she meant, just hope she remembers that.

I sent it with a prayer but she never wrote a letter back.