Shakespeare Tragedies Renamed for the Modern tumblr Teen
Titus Andronicus: "Well That Escalated Quickly"
Romeo and Juliet: "Shut Up, You’re Like 12"
Julius Caesar: "I Came Out Here to Run the Roman Empire and I Am Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now"
Hamlet: "[AGGRESSIVELY PRETENDS TO GO INSANE AND IN THE PROCESS GOES ACTUALLY INSANE MAYBE]"
Othello: "Othello: Is my wife cheating on me?? Iago: Bitch, she might be."
King Lear: "Shows Up To Realization of Commonality with Humanity and Renouncement of Titles as Identity-Definers 15 Years Late With Starbucks"
Macbeth: "Did It For the Vine"
Antony and Cleopatra: "Much Rome. Very Egypt. Such Different. Wow."
Okay, this is actually funny, excuse me while I roll around shrieking. (And also, attention luninosity
I don’t usually get too woozy starstruck around people. I want people to feel comfortable on the set, but Gloria Steinem is on our show. I made a fool of myself and then had to e-mail her and had to apologize. I thought she was just doing us a favor because people like the show, but she walks in and goes “let’s talk about season 2” and then she started talking about every episode and this growth my character has made and what it says about women in the world today, and how we can overcome diversity [issues]. - JM
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RETWEET TEN THOUSAND TIMES!!!!
(Source: mrsflorricks, via hellotailor)
Charles Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal, Paris: Michel Lévy frères, 1868–69;
painted cuir-ciselé panel inset on upper cover based on frontispiece by Félicien
Rops for Les épaves.
Seriously, this fandom is too goddamn much sometimes. And by that, I mean that I love it the best out of ALL THE FANDOMS.
As much as I love Teen Wolf and the entire fandom at the moment, I also really miss Inception stories.
Because those guys? They were adults. And extremely effed up in a way that TW only dreams of. And I adore them.
So, of course, I go read Unexpected Plot Twist (ah, back to LJ! Sniffle). Or In Our Line of Work. Or Presque Vu. Or Origin Stories. Or Early Returns or I’ve Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile for AU awesomeness.
I raise my glass to the Inception fandom, who really built the dreamscape from so very little, and I will forever be grateful for that explosion of excellence.
Also, this is one of my fav fan artists, innueneko, because…just look. So sassy. So fine. So delightful.
(Source: eames-arthur.livejournal.com, via ohfreckle)
Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be.
Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via elflike)
Hardcovers for aesthetics.
Paperbacks to read.
Ebooks to travel.
The holy trinity of book lovers.
Hardcovers for when I simply can’t wait.
Paperbacks for ease of use and price.
E-reader to house my mountain of fanfiction I read instead.
I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again -
Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone.
Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.
If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time.
And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office.
timemachineyeah (via ask-pauli-amorous)
If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).
Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!
Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.
Glosswatch, Almost Famous, real women, and the normalisation of self-hate. (via nextyearsgirl)
(Source: nextyearsgirlisaghostnow, via eternalsojourn)
I fukin love 14th century art art because everyone looks so shady and suspicious of ppl around them its AMAZING
or just like they know something u dont and oh my gdfuck i cant
I believe the highest point is reached in Simone Martini’s Annunciation
and the look of absolute hatred Mary and Gabriel exchange.
"mary i know ur only half a virgin"
"fuck off gabriel"