"Not being assaulted is not a privilege to be earned through the judicious application of personal safety strategies. A woman should be able to walk down the street at 4 in the morning in nothing but her socks, blind drunk, without being assaulted, and I, for one, am not going to do anything to imply that she is in any way responsible for her own assault if she fails to Adequately Protect Herself. Men aren’t helpless dick-driven maniacs who can’t help raping a vulnerable woman. It disrespects EVERYONE."

Emily Nagoski.  (via rapeisnotajoke)

This quote is awesome.

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#Oh my God #THIS #FUCKING THIS #I would like to print this out #and staple it to the forehead of every guy who’s tried to tell me that women ‘just need to be careful about where they go/how they dress/how they act/who they flirt with’ #because no #the only deciding factor on whether or not someone gets raped #is the presence of a rapist #and guess what #they are EVERYWHERE #including but not limited the local bar #your high school #your college dorm building #your workplace #your group of friend #your family #and if you’re telling me that laughing at a guy’s jokes is the equivalent of telling him I’ve given up my right to say no #then you are the problem #not me #YOU

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THANK YOU!! This so much!

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Tags: this. so much.

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bakerstreetbabes:

skallagrimjones:

Dark chocolate cake with raspberry mousse filling and white chocolate buttercream.

THIS. IS. AMAZING.

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“I’m just so sick of these young girls with diets. I remember when I was 13 and it was cool to pretend to have an eating disorder because there were rumors that Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie were anorexic. I thought it was crazy. I went home and told my mom, ‘Nobody’s eating bread—I just had to finish everyone’s burgers.’ I think it’s really important for girls to have people to look up to and to feel good about themselves.”

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doctorwho:

From last night’s BAFTA ceremony

Matt Smith and Benedict Cumberbatch presented the special award to Steven Moffat.

I loved the Moff’s evil cackle when he got up there XD

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Gotta dance! Gotta Dance!

Broadway Rhythm, it’s got me, everybody dance! 

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Seriously repressing an urge to lick my computer screen liek whoa.

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Tags: unf


Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward. Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead. “Harry, look!”She was pointing at the war memorial. As they had passed it, it had transformed. Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents’ faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue… “Harry, they’re here… right here.” And he knew by her tone that it was his mother and father this time. He moved toward her, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest… a grief that actually weighed on his heart and lungs. Harry let [the tears] fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them. He put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. [x]

Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward. Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead. “Harry, look!”
She was pointing at the war memorial. As they had passed it, it had transformed. Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents’ faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue… “Harry, they’re here… right here.” And he knew by her tone that it was his mother and father this time. He moved toward her, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest… a grief that actually weighed on his heart and lungs. Harry let [the tears] fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them. He put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.
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cumberqueen:

I DON’T EVEN HAVE WORDS FOR HOW PERFECT THIS IS

His expression in that last gif XD

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orbitingasupernova:

the angster games - round 9: the tenth doctor

some things are worth getting your heart broken for.

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‘He left you too, did he?’

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