you’re the wild type, sarah

(Source: cosimahellaniehaus, via thecloneclub)


doctorsober companionconsulting detective

doctor
sober companion
consulting detective

(Source: obrozey, via myvisagewasted)

kaywinnetleetam:

However loving his parents may have seemed, he [Simon] knew that, scratch the surface, and they’d scream and run away. And here he’s confronted with a guy who is just everyting he thinks is wrong about a person, who comes back for him when the chips are down because he’s on his crew. To me, that’s a  real parent, and that is an extremely beautiful thing to get to, and I think it’s very real… But the most important thing about ‘Safe’ was that relationship.

Joss Whedon, Firefly: The Official Companion, Volume One

(via geekybombshell)

thecarefree-art:

procrastination = hijabi babe power
Also available on my Society6 !

thecarefree-art:

procrastination = hijabi babe power

Also available on my Society6 !

(via merdragoness)

"I dont get along with other girls because girls are so bitchy"

bigbardafree:

image

(via rob-anybody)

"

"let the water flood out/let the light flood in."

There is a style of pot
made of broken vessels,
the cracks in the ceramic repaired with
gold.

Some days you feel shattered.
The veins inside your elbow are fissures
and your heart cracks them wider
with every beat and blow.

The word kintsukuroi sits on your tongue,
but it makes you think of tarnish,
of Midas’s curse and the way
your mother clutches her wallet, thin, threadbare.

You could paint each broken edge of you with gold,
press them together, pray.
You could dig up your hot glue gun from the back of your desk,
find the duct tape under the kitchen sink,
and build, repair, make new.

You think of the way your mother looks at you,
your hollows, your fissures, thin, threadbare.
You want to offer up your bandaged hands,
promise they’re watertight,
and let her fill them from a deep cold well.

But first remember this:
You are a broken heart,
not a shattered vessel.
You do not have to hold things.

"

— ejl.

phil-the-stone:

milverton:

actualjainasolo:

Star Wars Female Character Meme: Quotes (5/5)

"We have no time for sorrows, Commander."    - Leia Organa ( A New Hope)


#this just shows how amazing leia is #they tortured me #they destroyed my planet #but we have no time for sorrows #right now we have to kick ass #we can cry later (x)

NO BUT OKAY REAL TALK this actually says so much about Leia’s character. Like her first reaction is to shove her own personal hurts down. She is always putting other people and the Rebellion - and yes - kicking Imperial ass - before her own emotional and physical pain. Her default reaction to emotions is actually “ignore them” or “shove them down and pretend they don’t exist” or “cover them up with sarcasm and biting comments and being tough-as-nails”. Like, her whole chracter arc is her coming to realize that showing vulnerability and emotional hurt/attachment doesn’t make her weak (she literally says in one ESB deleted scenes “when will I learn not to depend on anyone other than myself”), and realizing that people take her just as seriously if she takes time to hurt once in a while. ((This translates into her relationship with Han too - I mean, Han has the same problem, but for different reasons (while Leia’s comes from growing up in war and watching her planet explode/people die and feeling responsible for them, Han’s is more from insecurity over being chewed up and spat back out by the world numerous times - but even so, they’re pretty similar) - and so both of them end up pretending that neither of them has feelings for each other - but Leia does it more than Han, because she’s more concerned with becoming attached to people/showing vulnerability.)) LIKE. THIS LINE MAKES ME SO SAD. BECAUSE THIS IS A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL. SHE SHOULDN’T BE SO QUICK TO DISMISS HER OWN HURTS LIKE THIS. SHE SHOULDN’T BE FEELING RESPONSIBLE FOR AN ENTIRE REBELLION - HELL, AN ENTIRE GALAXY. bUT SHE DOES, AND SHE PRETENDS SHE’S NOT HURT AND PUTS ON A BRaVE FACE FOR OTHER PEOPLE, ALWAYS, AND JUST
LEIA ORGANA OKAY 

phil-the-stone:

milverton:

actualjainasolo:

Star Wars Female Character Meme: Quotes (5/5)

"We have no time for sorrows, Commander."  
  - Leia Organa ( A New Hope)

      (x)

NO BUT OKAY REAL TALK this actually says so much about Leia’s character. Like her first reaction is to shove her own personal hurts down. She is always putting other people and the Rebellion - and yes - kicking Imperial ass - before her own emotional and physical pain. Her default reaction to emotions is actually “ignore them” or “shove them down and pretend they don’t exist” or “cover them up with sarcasm and biting comments and being tough-as-nails”. Like, her whole chracter arc is her coming to realize that showing vulnerability and emotional hurt/attachment doesn’t make her weak (she literally says in one ESB deleted scenes “when will I learn not to depend on anyone other than myself”), and realizing that people take her just as seriously if she takes time to hurt once in a while. ((This translates into her relationship with Han too - I mean, Han has the same problem, but for different reasons (while Leia’s comes from growing up in war and watching her planet explode/people die and feeling responsible for them, Han’s is more from insecurity over being chewed up and spat back out by the world numerous times - but even so, they’re pretty similar) - and so both of them end up pretending that neither of them has feelings for each other - but Leia does it more than Han, because she’s more concerned with becoming attached to people/showing vulnerability.)) LIKE. THIS LINE MAKES ME SO SAD. BECAUSE THIS IS A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL. SHE SHOULDN’T BE SO QUICK TO DISMISS HER OWN HURTS LIKE THIS. SHE SHOULDN’T BE FEELING RESPONSIBLE FOR AN ENTIRE REBELLION - HELL, AN ENTIRE GALAXY. bUT SHE DOES, AND SHE PRETENDS SHE’S NOT HURT AND PUTS ON A BRaVE FACE FOR OTHER PEOPLE, ALWAYS, AND JUST

LEIA ORGANA OKAY 

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heycomicgirl:

joycesully:

I want more of Sam Wilson’s anger. I want the Sam Wilson who tells Rumlow to shut the hell up, because he is so done with this bullshit, goddamn. I want Sam with a tic in his jaw because he’s been listening to Sitwell give them the runaround, and they do not have time for this.

I want Sam losing his temper in the first days of the Find Bucky Road Trip, because he just got his wings back and now they’re lost again, and the wound is just as raw as when the AF locked them up the first time. And now he’s out looking for the guy who took them, who grounded him. And he wants to believe Steve, wants to have been wrong about the chances of saving that man, wants to find Bucky instead of the Winter Soldier, for Steve’s sake.

But he also kind of wants to punch that asshole in the face, because it’s his fault Sam’s got weights on his feet again and a crick in his back from sleeping on crap motel mattresses and in the backs of cars.

I want angry Sam Wilson, because the man is a gift, but he ain’t a saint.

Sam Wilson I’m not saying race is an element here but race is kind of an element here Fury’s anger is routinely played for laughs while Sam’s is sublimated into good advice for the white boys and those are both fine I don’t mind Fury complaining about these motherfucking superheroes on his motherfucking helicarrier and I don’t mind Sam being a well-adjusted ball of sunshine with gap-toothed smiles and breakfast foods but if you’re not writing fluff maybe don’t defang these guys out of a fear of the Angry Black Man short-tempered Steve gets a lot of love because hey righteous anger! adorable package! Sam works at the VA THE FUCKING VA do you know the amount of red tape and bullshit he must encounter there? come talk to me about Sam trying to get resources and resolutely ignoring the fact that he doesn’t have the necessary political pull come talk to me about righteous anger in an adorable package taking on opponents way above his weight class come talk to me about Sam goddamn Wilson

(via merdragoness)

"

8: memories full of absence
blank eyes and careless smiles
willful ignorance
the sound of a laundry basket
broken over the banister
you howled like a dying thing
and i hid

by 13: i knew how to take your breaths for you
but at 19: you had forgotten
i was more than your life-support

because you never did care to remember
a shattered hymen among broken streetlights
lines of screams that get choked down like medicine
no, instead you took the blood from my lap and painted
new pictures:
abalone, Easter, love me, love me nots for our kitchen table

18: you’ve gathered more children since i left
and it’s clear they don’t have my gift
for disarmament treaties—
i can hear the echo of your thorny spindles
from all up the seething coast
and sometimes i feel cursed for having avoided them
so thoroughly

19: but we talked, still, once—
on the balcony of a speakeasy with coffee warming our skin
we let ourselves smile and only stopped when you started
twisting each word i gave you into grotesque endorsement
until i become the voice of your wicked authority
the author of quotes fixed with magnets—

and i left
for good this time

20: i am a survivor
for clawing loose from your world
for finding silicone ships to take me on, on,
holding fast to a beam that does not splinter
under my fingernails,
not even when i try to make it

i am a survivor because
in the hour of my desperation
my feet wanted land instead of bone
and i contained enough to hold, to move,
to breathe like a big kid, all by myself

ever after, a postulation: you had left so many years ago
lived so long in your mirrors
that i had forgotten my hands
knew how to do more than hold you up

but i am not you
i do not cling to forgetting
i do not cover my splinters with gloves
and i am no more destined for your echoes and spindles
than you are for my breath and hands

i will no longer drown myself for you
and i will tell you:
you are wrong to ask me to

"

— breathe, in time (via peenguin)

(Source: katwithoutahat)

Tags: poetry. abuse