poetessinthepit:

drunksuburbancollegegirl:

Men describing women’s appearances and bodies in literature is universally traumatic

Kerouac, this means you bud.

Men writing women: always ready to answer the urgent question “yes, but what are her breasts doing while all this is going on”

auditory processing disprder probs

them: “hey can you get me that thing from on top of that shelf?”
me: “what?”
them: “can you ge-”
me: “oh yeah sure”
them: ?????

captfatpants:

when your friends start having kids you’re suddenly hyper aware of why your parents friends always comment on how small they remember you being

zhaana:

i kept seeing this idea in several fanfics and it just stuck with me: that Bucky has always been a big nerd for anything sci-fi. there are stacks of books on his nightstand and more crammed in the shelves of their apartment, asimov, frank herbert, douglas adams and so on and he always carries a beaten up paperback with him to read in between briefings

goodticklebrain:

THE PLOT SO FAR: Cesario (Viola) has just left Olivia, whom he (she) was wooing on behalf of Orsino. Little does he (she) realize that his (her) proxy wooing has been more effective than he (she) thought…

Pronouns, eh?

I love the “I left no ring with her” monologue. It’s funny, wistful, sad, all in one. Here’s Judi Dench showing you how it’s done:

Don’t forget to check out my new Macbeth comic book, on sale now!

pugswhisper:

dendritic-trees:

elodieunderglass:

oh. ohhhhhhhhh. oh nooooooooooooooo

[A mom and baby otter are floating together. The baby otter is sleeping on his mom’s tummy so he’s still all dry and fluffy. She keeps giving him little otter kisses.]

I really almost started crying. My poor heart.