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Reblogged from gluten-free-pussy  70,056 notes

Don’t fuck with boys who:

thedangerousautumn:

* are mean to their mothers
* are against feminism
* only want you for your body
* will/are leading you on
* think you owe them something
* think they are entitled to your body

I disagree with the first one because my relationship with my mother has no impact on how I am in my relationships with others. My relationship with my mother is mine, it is complicated, and it is unique, and sometimes I am mean to her…because she can be a vicious bitch to me sometimes. I agree with the rest of the list though, avoid those men (boys) like the plague.

Reblogged from doctorwho  621 notes

doctorwho:

bbcamerica:

BBC America & Xfinity present: INTRUDERS & Doctor Who Fan Viewing Party! 

August 23rd, 2014

  • 6:00 PM- Doors open 
  • 7:00 PM- New BBC America series Intruders Season 1, Episode : ‘She Was Provisional’ advanced screening
  • 8:00 PM- Doctor Who Live Pre-Show, live feed of BBC America 
  • 8:15 PM- Doctor Who Season 8, Episode 1: ‘Deep Breath’, live feed of BBC America 

Free admission, free popcorn! 

Buskirk-Chumley Theater 
114 East Kirkwood Avenue 

Bloomington, IN 47408 

Admission is free with seats on a first come, first served basis. Other concessions available for purchase. INTRUDERS is rated TV-MA, Doctor Who is rated TV- PG. 

Not permitted at the event- weapons, fireworks, arms or contraband of any kind. Props, laser pointers, or artificial noisemakers of any kind (with exception of your Sonic Screwdriver, of course!) Outside food or beverage, personal chairs or blankets. Only carry what will fit within the confines of your seat. No coat or bag check will be available. 

Cosplay- cosplay is encouraged, but please refrain from bringing any props, aside from your Sonic Screwdriver. 

Film & Photo Advisory- By attending, you agree that BBC America and Comcast and their respective parent companies, subsidiaries, and each of their respective licenses, assignees, and agents, shall have the unrestricted, irrevocable, perpetual, worldwide, nonexclusive, and royalty-free right and license to use the attendees image, likeness, name, voice, comments, or other proprietary or public rights in any broadcast, telecast, or photograph and/or audio sound recording taken in connection with the event, or other transmission, or reproduction in whole, or in part of the event(s) for all purposes, without compensation. 

Indiana Whovians, give this the signal boost!

God I wish I was in Bloomington…

Reblogged from whosthewhatnow  964 notes
whosthewhatnow:


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.


*stands on desk*

whosthewhatnow:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

*stands on desk*

The people I follow are an eclectic bunch…sometimes things happen that make me giggle. Oh Dashy-poo you know me so well.

The people I follow are an eclectic bunch…sometimes things happen that make me giggle. Oh Dashy-poo you know me so well.