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phoenix-falls:

No sugardaddies. No sugar mamas. No sugarbabies. Full socialism in romantic relationships. There are only sugarcomrades.

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gildedfilth:

did i forget to mention that im totally cosplaying pre-serum steve rogers ?

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asylum-art:

New Backlit Paper Sculptures by Deepti Nair and Harikrishnan Panicker

At Black Book Gallery

“Where I Belong” is a paper cut light box installation work of hand cut watercolor on paper assembled in a shadow box that is backlit with LED lights. The work is a collaboration by Hari & Deepti

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So.

persephoneholly:

Ron Weasley gives free ice cream to kids. Harry Potter talks about the importance of feminism and gay rights. Hermione Granger is a UN Goodwill Ambassador for Women.

The heroes of my childhood became the heroes of my adulthood.

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starexorcist:

Team Building Exercise is the best and if you disagree you’re wrong.

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madiniwa:

A series of drawings in (belated) celebration of the magic that was King Gavin parts I and II. All hail the new king motherfuckers. 

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kingcheddarxvii:

Not the heroes we thought we needed but the heroes we really needed all along

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nikibee1:

#god it’s like being stabbed in the face with sex appeal #WHICH IS FUCKING EVEN MORE UPSETTING BECAUSE IT’S PATRICK KANE #there are about ten instances on the internet where he has sex appeal and this is probably eight of them all by itself (queeniegalore)

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WOULD ANY SANE PERSON think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?

Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.

Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.

…Personal change doesn’t equal social change.

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sebstantialcrisis:

watching the winter soldier for the 98404th time when

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poor bucky. came to find who he was and left with more confusion probably lmao

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Phryne/Jack

queenklu:

oh maaaaaan

which one hogs the blanket

Phryne. Total and unabashed blanket hog. But this usually works out because Jack is a sleep cuddler and just burrows in with her. 

which one cuts the other’s hair

The first time Phryne cuts Jack’s hair Jack is so convinced it’s going to end horribly that he buys himself two new hats to cover it up—but it turns out Phryne did a lot of hair-cutting in the war, and she’s actually pretty good at it. Neither one expected it to be so intensely intimate, though, and they had to pause half-way through to bang right there in the bathroom. A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL. 

which one makes coffee for the other every morning

Mr. Butler makes the coffee, partly because it’s his job and partly because both Phryne and Jack are TERRIBLE at it. Hers always comes out watery and his always tastes like tar. 

which one picks up the pizza

We’ll substitute “pizza” with “ordered food” bc I doubt pizza was super big in Australia in the 20s. And it’s Jack, mostly, when Mr. Butler is out of town and he knows Phryne would just eat jam out of the jar if left to her own devices. 

which one likes their music on full volume

PHRYNE. Sooooo phryne. Sometimes Jack can hear it all the way down the street, and he tries to mind because it’s probably bothering the neighbors, but then he walks in the house and Phryne’s dancing with the music filling her from the tips of her fingers down to her toes, and he can’t be mad. 

which one complains about the crumbs on the bed

Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

which one is ticklish

Neither, surprisingly. They both grew up with the feeling that they were slightly broken because of it—or maybe other people were, that you could poke them and they’d dissolve into giggles. (Hugh and Dot are both THE MOST ticklish though)

which one sings and which one plays the music

IT’S CANON, WE KNOW THIS ONE, OH GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE. AHEM.

Phryne sings. Jack plays. I AM A MESS. 

which one proposes

Phryne does. Jack never ever ever in a million years thought Phryne would ever want to marry anyone, so he was Very Much Not Prepared. There was a big fight, involving Jack trying to make sure Phryne really wanted to marry himand Phryne getting mad that Jack assumes she doesn’t know her own mind, and this horrible mess ends with Jack leaving for the weekend. Jack feels sick an awful the whole time, and finally tracks her down on Monday morning, reading the paper, bare feet on the settee. “You don’t have to marry me,” Jack blurts out before anything else. “I’m already yours.” 

And then they don’t get married, because the whole concept really does freak Phryne out in a Big Way, but she’d been terrified that Jack wanted to get married and losing him was somehow more frightening than marrying him. They live in perfectly content basically-but-not-actually wedded bliss forever and ever the end

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thefrogman:

(The last bird is not dead. It is asking for a tummy scratch.)

Photographedby Leila Jeffreys [website]

[h/t: jedavu]

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Leverage OT3 for the meme?

queenklu:

which one hogs the blanket

Hardison. But only because Parker HATES blankets unless they’re in forts, and Eliot tends to kick the blankets off because they sometimes trigger nightmares if they tangle around his legs. 

which one cuts the other’s hair

Eliot will cut Hardison’s hair—he says it’s the stillest Hardison has ever been, no technology involved, just Eliot gently moving Hardison’s head to the gentle buzz of the razor. Parker cuts her own hair. Eliot has a secret professional hair stylist he sees regularly and it’s very very secret goddamn it Hardison 

which one makes coffee for the other every morning

Eliot, because Parker will drink terrible fake coffee if you let her and Hardison gets his caffeine from soda. 

which one picks up the pizza

Parker, because as much as Eliot has ~feelings~ about food, Parker has ~feelings~ about pizza. She doesn’t use words like mouthfeel and she doesn’t give a shit about what’s in the sauce, but she has tracked down The Best Pizza Guy in every city they’ve worked in. 

which one likes their music on full volume

Hardison. There have been too many times where Eliot has walked in on Hardison dancing in his underwear to “Friday I’m In Love” (so far no one has asked why he hasn’t started knocking on the door when he hears that song, if it bugs him so much (it doesn’t bug him. but sometimes he feels like if he doesn’t set boundaries these two will ping out of here like the walls don’t exist)) 

which one complains about the crumbs on the bed

Eliot. ALWAYS. Hardison swears left right and center that it isn’t him. (It’s Parker. She eats ramen noodles raw.) 

which one is ticklish

Hardison: all over. Parker: only on the insides of her elbows. Eliot: on his sides, but only when he’s relaxed enough for his body to realize it’s tickling and not an attack. So Parker and Hardison are the only ones who know, and they use this knowledge veeeeery sparingly. 

which one sings and which one plays the music

Hardison can’t carry a tune in a bucket, though he tries, bless him. Everyone knows Eliot has a GOOOORGEOUS voice, but very few people know that he’s giving Parker lessons. She has a beautiful, clear voice when she concentrates. Sometimes when they’re falling asleep Eliot will sing a song and she harmonizes like it’s breathing. 

which one proposes

Embarrassingly, both Parker and Hardison propose to Eliot (and each other) on the same day. Eliot had nooooo idea this was coming, and insists they get a redo so he can propose to them too. Hardison immediately chokes up because that means Eliot’s going to say yes, and Parker panics because Hardison is crying, and it’s basically one big disaster. 

Later that night, Eliot bakes them a tiny cake and cuts it into thirds. Each piece of the cake has a ring in it. Hardison cries again but at least this time there is cake.