i just got really emotional thinking about how far tyler hoechlin has come from an actor to have come from the days of “this is private property” up to the crazy-eyed cackling he sold to us tonight and i just really appreciate the hell out of him and i’m gettin real sick of…
“If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.”—Andrea Gibson (via purplebuddhaproject)
“I am a feminist because I would like to walk to my car without my keys and pepper spray clutched in each hand. I am a feminist because more men have beaten me than kissed me tenderly. I am a feminist because the police interrogator asked what I was wearing. I am a feminist because calling a sensitive man a “girl” is an insult. I am a feminist because of the devaluation of all things “feminine.” I am feminist because male work is also privileged work. I am a feminist because I would like to be paid as much as my male counterparts for the same job. I am feminist because I have been called a “Femi-Nazi,” as if wanting my gender to be regarded equally is the same as murdering eleven million people. I am a feminist because I am a human being, and I deserve to be treated as such. In short, I am a feminist because there is a need for me to explain why I am a feminist.”—When Someone Asked Me Why by Gabrielle Martin (via eroseca)
sometimes the shit on supernatural starts seeming normal and sometimes u realize they are a couple of grown-ass men sitting in the woods around a circle of candles, waiting for a coffee machine to start talking to them thru a radio
Harry disappears from the wizarding world for a little while after the fall of Voldemort and only like Ron Hermione and Ginny know where he’s gone
but he’s traveling. he considered backpacking Europe, but then he realized he’d had enough of camping for at least twenty years, so he teaches himself to drive and pulls enough strings to get himself an American drivers’ license and and then he’s off on a roadtrip in a beat-up car that’s still fast as anything. he doesn’t use magic if he can help it because it feels tainted, feels like it belongs to the war, feels like it marks him out again as someone with power and responsibility and the weight of a world on his shoulders. and for now he wants to find out what it is not to be a world-saving wizard, but just to be Harry.
and he meets a lot of strangers (he figures it’s safe enough picking up hitchhikers when they’re more than likely muggles and he’s got his wand if anything bad happens) and he learns what it’s like to be just another face, another car on the road and he learns all sorts of stuff on the radio, tries every genre out there. and it’s nice to listen to stuff that isn’t specifically designed to remind him of the wizarding world, but he finds so much of it surprisingly relatable and sometimes he just breaks down sobbing at the wheel and has to pull over.
and one of the hitchhikers he picks up is a veteran, and Harry doesn’t tell him much but he does say that he’s been a soldier, too, and it’s hard adjusting to a life that you never thought would exist because things were so hard that you could not imagine yourself after. hard to think about settling down and marrying the girl you thought you’d die loving. hard to think that not everyone around you is an enemy. were you a prisoner of war? the veteran asks. or undercover? both, says Harry. and lost, not knowing whether I was on the run or on a mission that was taking a year. I got back alive in the end but something—something’s definitely dead, you know?
how old are you, says the veteran. I’m eighteen, says Harry. the veteran raises his eyebrows. but they both know that some armies, some wars, don’t care about your age.
I think the dead thing is me, Harry says one day, when he’s going seventy in a fifty-five mile zone and the sun is setting in their eyes. when I killed the enemy, I killed myself.
and the veteran looks at him for a very long moment and Harry slows down and looks back at him and at last the man says, no. no, you lived. and you’re going to keep living, son, and one day you’ll be ready to marry that girl, if you love her, and now that you’ve got out of the war, it’s time to get the war out of you.
(they almost have a wreck when Harry pulls over to the side of the road, gets out, sits in the grass and laughs through his tears. flowers start to spring up around him and he feels the magic in his core, but this time it’s peaceful and pure and fun. unspoiled. and he knows it won’t always feel this way but for now things are leaking out of him, joyful things, because he is the boy who lived again, the boy who lived after the war.)
“I’m not disturbed by the speech itself as much as the fact that McConaughey’s place in our culture affords him the privilege of having a slightly off-kilter personality, almost without criticism. People have (rightly) gushed over Lupita Nyong’o’s touching Oscars speech, pointing out her poise, elegance, and genuinely touching words. But would the same praise have been lavished upon her if she thanked herself in her acceptance speech, and topped it off with a mumbling “all right, all right”? Last year, Anne Hathaway was consistently derided for her “smugness” and overly long acceptance speeches, while no ill comments have been thrown at McConaughey’s shit-eating grin. Kanye West is intense, but his intensity is unfailingly characterized as “ranting,” rather than a lovable personality quirk. Covert sexism and racism are nothing new (obviously), but McConaughey’s effortless swagger only emphasizes that his is the kind of behavior that we only — and even praise — when it comes in the form of a straight, traditionally masculine white male actor.”—Brie Hiramine via Why Isn’t Anyone Talking About Matthew McConaughey’s Bizarre Oscars Acceptance Speech? – Flavorwire (via autostraddle)