I came into work to find a glorious picture of Tom Hardy on my desk because my work colleagues understand. That and we were discussing plans for him to be the only dude cryofrozen and transported to our future ladies-only island utopia earlier in the week.
The photo was part of a BT menswear catalogue which also had Scott Eastwood in (too much of a Friday) and a prolonged photoshoot with a rather handsome male model who looks like that guy I went on two Tinder dates with but who had the personality of a stone.
whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal
"Conscientious" objection actually makes my blood boil. The thought that someone could refuse to perform a medical procedure which you have decided is best for you and your body because it offends their fucking delicate sensibilities is disgusting. In such a situation, even when the choice is in your hands, it’s never actually yours.
(*Disclaimer: small sample group and not all of them from Ireland)
We’re living in an era where capturing moments on our phones is more important than building giant robots to protect us from the giant alien lizard monsters emerging from the depths of the pacific ocean
“Tu es le pauvre, le dénué de tout. Tu es la pierre qui roule sans trouver le repos. Tu es le lépreux hideux dont on se détourne et qui rode autour des villes avec son grelot. Pas plus que le vent tu n’as de lieu et ta beauté cache mal que tu es nu…”—Rainer Maria Rilke - Le livre de la pauvreté et de la mort (via lamemoiredesjours)
bucky says you can’t die if you’re wearing the wrong dog tags (“it’s just not allowed”), and it’s part-joke, part-superstition, part-something else he can’t name
they start trading dog tags before missions as a silent promise to each other that they’ll both make it back in one piece, and eventually, they just stop trading back. something about carrying bucky’s name against his skin makes steve feel safer, braver
when bucky falls he takes steve’s name with him into the abyss instead of his own
steve still has bucky’s name around his neck when they pull him out of the ice
“Men who want to be feminists do not need to be given a space in feminism. They need to take the space they have in society & make it feminist.”—Kelley Temple, National Union of Students UK Women’s Officer (via feministkitsch)
-you smell different when you’re awake -please help me (then smile as if nothing happened) -soon -you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it -your hair tastes like strawberries -tonight….you. -he knows, don’t go home. -I always knew you would die in my arms -every time I poop I think of you -no one will ever believe you -yessssssssssssss -I killed mufasa -I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear -mother told me it would be like this