For gods sake, Ariel had a nude scene.
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guys i think Jessica Rabbit wins
REBLOGGING FOR THE LAST POST
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
I’m doing a persuasive speech and this would really help me out.
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Stiles + people not believing him
In light of 3b, what if the Sheriff didn’t believe Stiles not because of the Supernatural, but because of what happened to Claudia.
Maybe he refused to believe that his son was experiencing the same things his wife went through. He didn’t want to believe that his son might be sick too. So it’s easier to shut Stiles out and believe that he’s lying. I don’t know I just have a lot of Stilinski family feels.
that hurt like a motherfucker
Growing up, I was always told that college is the best thing for a young mind. Neither of my parents went, and they always regretted it. So, we kids were always told to do our absolute best in school and study hard so that colleges would accept us.
Flash forward. High school. Freshman year. Everyone tells me it’s time to start planning for life and the real world. College is important, and work is important, and the sooner I get on it, the better off I’ll be. I have no idea where I want to go or what I want to do. Everyone in my family says, "Hey, college is college, and if you get in somewhere, attend."
Flash forward to present day. It’s senior year. Graduation is nigh. I only have a few more months of being a kid before I’m shoved out the door. I don’t want to apply to any of the local colleges, so instead, I apply to my dream school: Naropa University. I have no expectation of getting in. Hell, I’d probably just take a year off and work, saving up enough to go anywhere I want.
But what miraculous occurrence makes life just a tad bit better? I get a call one night from the admissions counselor of Naropa and find out that I have been accepted to the one place I’d wanted to go since sophomore year! Finally, Fate works in my favor!
However, as I’m celebrating and whooping around the house, practically pissing myself with excitement, my parents look at the email relaying my acceptance. Their faces are grim, as if all is not well in the world of parenthood. I spend my time planning for Fall, when the news falls:
"You’re not going to Naropa… It’s too far… It costs too much… You won’t be able to take care of yourself… You’ll end up homeless… You don’t even have a way to get there. You’re going to spend your freshman year at a local school, take the SAT/ACTs and get outstanding scores, and you’re going to live at home until you’re ready. There won’t be any discussion on the matter. That’s just how it is."
That’s just how it is. Five words that make me sick to my stomach. Despite it being my education and my life, I’m left with no say and no thought because that’s just how it is. I am not a young adult who worked her ass off to get through school, or an individual on the cusp of life and exploration of the self and mind. I am still a child, held under tight control by two people who claim they know all of the in’s and out’s of life, and no other thought differing from theirs will be welcome.
Don’t get me wrong. I know they’re concerned for my safety and well-being, as parents should be, which I greatly appreciate. I also know I sound like a bratty child who’s suffering from a bout of “teenage superiority mentality” and should stop complaining so much about the woes of being young. However, this complete shut down from their side has deeply cut me. It’s no longer, “College is college,” but instead, “Local college is best for you, and that’s just it.” I no longer have a say in what happens in my academic future. I am just expected to stay in this god forsaken hell spit of a town until they deem me worthy of moving to another county within the state, where they can still keep a nice, tight hold on their eldest.
I am not allowed to see the outside world for myself. The Internet can do that for me.
I can’t seize this extraordinary, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Safety and security are worth more than life and exploration.
I write this post not to complain, but to convey to everyone out there how important it is get out. Don’t hold others back because you don’t think they’ll do it. Have trust that they will succeed, and listen when they tell you something.
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. ~Stephen Vincent Benét
A Civil War Hits London, This Shocking One Second a Day Video Shows How it Destroys a Little Girl’s Life
This video reminds me of that time when I lived in Frankfurt, Germany and my school bus was stopped on the road right next to a car that had been bombed and we had to wait there until the police cleaned it up. Though it can happen anywhere, it is easy to pretend it won’t. I seriously will never in my life understand hating another person so much that your actions put other people’s lives in danger.
Are you fucking kidding me? Kill Your Darlings isn’t nominated for any of the MTV Movie Awards?! Fucking seriously?! Not even the Best Kiss category?
"We’ll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," said Professor Lupin. "Are you alright, Harry?"
Harry didn’t ask how Professor Lupin knew his name.
-The first time Lupin addresses Harry by his name
Rereading the books, this interaction breaks my heart. Because the first time you read it, you assume Lupin knows who he is because he’s Harry, and that he recognises his scar or he’s seen Harry’s picture in the papers, maybe. But once you’ve read the books, you know that it’s because Lupin’s seen that face before. Harry looks only a little older than James did when Lupin first met him - he probably still has photographs of the Marauders at that age. Harry looks about the age that James did when he found out that Lupin was a werewolf - a terrible, dangerous, Dark creature - and told Lupin that he didn’t care. He looks exactly like James did when he was a teenager - except with Lily’s eyes.
Lupin recognises Harry because it’s the face of his best friends’ son. He probably held Harry as a baby, not long after he’d been born, with James and Lily smiling happily over him. He probably watched Harry toddle around their house in Godric’s Hollow when he was first learning to walk.
And it reminds Lupin of everything he lost that night when James and Lily died, and Sirius went on the run.
That’s how he knows Harry’s name.
I can’t scroll past this without feeling guilty.
what do you do when you don’t have one? …then you look in the mirror and tell yourself how beautiful you are.
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