Okay you guys, I need your help with something. A girl in my class (I am also a girl) told me today that ‘Marvel is for boys.’(She’s 15, like me.) I (obviously) disagree with this, because it shouldn’t be for any specific gender.
So, to prove her wrong, please spread the word and reblog this to prove that Marvel isn’t just for boys.
I know I was supposed to do this when I reacked 2.5k, but I’m an idiot and I forgot, and I am so sorry! But here it is now!
- mbf me (because this is to thank my followers)
- reblog as much as you want to (but don’t annoy your followers, and if your url shows up on my dashboard a lot, I will message you to calm down a bit, and if it continues, I will just ignore your notes)
- you can like it to reblog later, but likes will be ignored
- NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS
- if you aren’t willing to give me your address if you win, then please don’t reblog
- ends on July 1st
- one winner will win everything listed below
- I will ship anywhere
- Some Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman magazine photoshoot cut-outs (all full size pages)
- 1 copy of Times Magazine with Benedict on the cover, and a photoshoop and interview inside
- A LOT of hobbit magazine cut-outs (all full size pages)
- 1 large ‘The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey’ poster
- 1 3D Bilbo Baggins cover of Empire December 2012 (magazine not included)
- Your choice of any 25 Doctor Who postcards (all from 11th Doctor era… 98 to choose from)
- 1st issue of Star Trek: Khan (cover subject to availability)
- 1st series of BBC Sherlock (which you probably have, but it’s a nice gift for a friend?)
- Star Trek: Countdown To Darkness graphic novel
- BBC cover version of A Study In Scarlet
- BBC cover version of The Memoirs Of Sherlock Holmes
- a few other things may be added later ^_^
Well, I thinks thats everything… if there is anything else you want to know, or if you would like more photos of any of the prizes, don’t hesitate to send me a message
Via I gave you number...
If it’s Sunday, you must reblog.
‘Tis Potterhead law.
Reblogging every Sunday to honor Richard Griffiths
Via Are you a fan of delicious flavor?
Guys can be sexy
Guys can be cute
Guys can be rugged
Guys can be hot
Guys can be beautiful
Guys can be okay looking at first*
*If you encounter this type of man, proceed with caution. Once you realize how funny, talented, compassionate, generous and down to earth they are, all of it sort of shines through so brightly that it changes their appearance right before your eyes. This type of man will
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My friends decided to take a lovely pic for the Westboro Baptist Church. They’re not gay but they support gay rights
This is the most gangsta shit I have ever seen on tumblr
Not even a little bit sorry for posting color to my uncolored blog. This is amazing.
Literally the third time reblogging this, no regrets
Oh my god ahhahahaha
John, did I do it wrong?
Did he do it fucking wrong? Ugh just kill me with a rusty spoon, and rip my eyes out. HE THOUGHT HE DID IT FUCKING WRONG!? FUCK!
I’m sobbing even today from that scene
There might be a day when I don’t reblog this scene, but that day isn’t today.
He just up and reads a love letter. Out loud. In front ot everyone. AND HE HAS NO IDEA
Reblogging again because: YES. THIS.
(Also reblogging again because it’s, like, my fave.)
It just breaks my damned heart how he automatically turns to John. John is his barometer for how he should behave, his conduit for understanding the world.
God, he’s gut-wrenching.
(Source : amygloriouspond)
Via Hell is empty. And all the devils are here.
Mae Martin is the best! :)
Please do not laminate your queers
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Via WATCH MY HIPS CRUSH PLATES OF BAKED GOODS
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
This makes me sick.
(Source : fuckshitbitchtits69lmaoblazeit)
When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”
When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.
When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”
(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)
When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.
I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.
No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.
I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.
So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:
In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.– r.d. (via vonmoire)
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SHERLOCK FONTS MASTERPOST
I had nothing to do this morning so I collected all of my favourite fonts from Sherlock. I know some of these are already identified and well-known - but here they are. Very good to save as reference for graphics/edits.
Here are the download links to the ones who aren’t already installed on your computers, in chronological order (and what they’re mostly used for):
P22 Johnston Underground - Deductions
I AM SHERLOCKED (Free) - Titles
Astoria - John’s voice in Sherlock’s head
AF Generation Z - Text messages and deducitons
The Recon Legend (Free) - Newspapers, headlines.
P22 Underground Light - Hashtag “#SherlockLives”
Aster EF Medium - Speedy’s. Not sure of this one, but it’s similar.
Helvetica Neue Pro Cond Bold - London Street signs.
Clarion Pro Regular - John’s blog header.
Bebas (Free) - Mayfly man scene
FF Meta Pro Normal - The museum in The Blink Banker
Shanghai (Free) - The circus’ font in The Blink Banker
I hope this will become useful!
Via I love you more than Mycroft loves his umbrella.
Fawnlock RP PLEASE FIND ME.