steal her look: spooky pumpkin:
- gucci women’s black stretch suede legging $1850
- saint laurent classic turtleneck sweater in black cashmere with black suede elbow patches $1490
- pumpkin $3
when i dyed my hair this summer i’d been thinking about it a lot and i just decided to go for it
Yes yeah only I’ve only been thinking about this for like 6 days???
They can hardly think you’re MORE lesbian; I mean you’re either a lesbian or you’re not, right? What’s the worst that could happen?
HAH true fact there boobie. I guess I meant that like, what if people think it more frequently? And…the worst that could happen…I guess that would just be that I hate the haircut?
i think you could rock that hair from the picture
thanks darling <3 i kind of agree? but i’m still scared :( i need someone to hold my hand and go with me to the salon and shit
what if i did it though, what if i chopped all my hair off again
Jesus, look at how young Steve is (as a longtime comics fan, this is what always gets me about the MCU, every fucking time). All throughout the Avengers, Whedon had him spout old man shit and had people call him “old man” and I was like “??? Every other human male in this movie—Clint, Tony, Bruce, Coulson, Fury—is approaching middle age and/or right smack in it, but no one thinks treating the only baby-faced dude in this film as the GRANDPA is weird??”
The heart of this man!
Can everybody see this please
also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.
aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.
and everyone thought it was just the cutest thing, baby estel with his little crush on the great immortal evenstar, and everyone would tease him about it relentlessly and he would get so mad, and pout, because how dare they doubt his word.
(arwen spent a lot of time biting back smiles and nodding very seriously when aragorn brings this up with her. no, estel, I do not know why they are laughing perhaps they have remembered a particularly funny joke.)
and then aragorn grows into this gangly teen and oh my god can you imagine being a pimply greasy teenager around fucking elves it’s a wonder he has any self-image left. His voice breaks every other word and the laundresses are beginning to wonder if something is wrong with the sheets because estel keeps washing them himself and aragorn wants to die, god, arwen is never going to marry him if he stays all elbows and skinny knees and he can’t even look her in the eye anymore without blushing, eye contact is probably something to look for in a husband—
(arwen, who never had to go through puberty because elves don’t do anything so undignified, tries to comfort him by saying she likes his blemishes. aragorn gives her a look of such utter, miserable despair that she starts laughing.)
(this is a mistake. he spends the next three weeks nursing his wounded ego and refusing to see her.)
estel is twenty when he asks for her hand. he is lean, slender and fair as a new tree, and so arwen does not feel guilt in kissing his cheek and gently refusing. he is still green, he will weather greater storms than this—and he takes it as he should, clasping her hand and swearing to ever be her loyal friend.
they write to each other—when she is in lorien, when he wanders with the rangers of the north, fights alongside gondor, travels to distant lands. it is an inconstant tie—he is rarely afforded time enough to put pen to paper; she is reserved so as not to encourage what may not be. (she signs her letters always, your friend. She likes him too well to be cruel in this.)
the years pass. his weariness and strife creeps onto the page, and she sends him tokens to fend off the darkness—leaves from lothlorien, the ribbon from her hair, snippets of poems. it is not enough it is never enough I am sorry, she writes.
his reply is gentle: you are enough. do not stop writing.
(she carries that letter tucked inside her sleeve for a long while, like a talisman—though against what evil, she does not know.)
she is in the house of her grandmother when a familiar voice calls out to her: my lady luthien!
this is when arwen looks up, sees aragorn—broad of chest and rugged, still wearing his battered mail, with one hand balanced lazily on the pommel of his sword. All the trees of caras galadhon are gold but he is shadow and silver, kingliness resting lightly on his shoulders—
and arwen thinks, oh fuck
Kristen: Strong female characters need to remain female, or else it’s just like, what’s the point?… (x)
I fucking love you
I like how earlier she mentions that women aren’t necessarily built to be strong, because it doesn’t exclude those who prefer to behave in ways that emphasize physical strength
A rare mutated tiger, nearly extinct; Its stripes melt and run, producing valuable materials desirable to hunters and Makers.
Map of European leaders.
this is highly disturbing
Click here for more of Jon Stewart’s coverage of the recent House Committee on Science, Space and Technology hearing.