Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul thanking each other in their Emmy acceptance speeches
*awkwardly tries to be fandom and aesthetic at the same time*
@Harry_Styles Scared of the dark and the dentist.
I’m grateful to my red hair now. And I doubt I’d have been offered half the roles I’ve played without it. It helps you stand out in the crowd in ways that used to make me cry when I was the only ‘ginger’ in a 40-mile radius at school. Now I’ve reached an age where I know it’s OK to be different. Vive la différence, in fact.
one of my favorite things is how people talk to themselves in tumblr tags, taking this space designed for metadata classification and using it as a form of parenthetical speech. those grey little tags feel so cozy, a whispered dimension to the flat communication of the net
just had to have a lie-down thinking about how long harry might grow his hair and the wonderful opportunities it presents were he to simply NEVER CUT IT AGAIN. CAN U IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES. A KICKY LAYERED “RACHEL” ‘DO. AN ELEGANT CHIGNON. JUST-BARELY-COVERING-MY-TITTIES SHY-BUT-FLIRTY MERMAID LOCKS. LONG ELEGANT LEGOLAS BRAIDS. A SWEEPING AND INTRICATE UPDO OF MANY RINGLETS AS ONE MIGHT FIND AT THE RENAISSANCE FAIR. HOMESCHOOL HAIR DOWN TO HIS BUTT AND TUCKED INTO HIS ANKLE LENGTH DENIM SKIRT. EVENTUAL SENTIENCE, TENDRILS REACHING OUT TO SLOWLY STRANGLE US ALL TO DEATH. TRULY THE DREAM. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE.
yeah seriously tell us how wizardry’s done in the new world tell me how the wizards from france and spain and britain stamped out the brujos and the medicine men and set up their own schools tell me what the fuck the british raj did to fucking india because the patel twins are going to school in scotland and what are they told about their history, tell me about native american kids learning to say wingardium leviosa with hate in their hearts and tell me about wizarding rabbis bickering about whether you can use potions on the sabbath tell me about the slaves on their ships with their wands broken, mouthing curses in the dark tell me about the runaways that made it with garter snakes wrapped around their wrists that told them when they tasted dogs in the distance, tell me about the underground railroad and abolitionists with unbreakable vows and home-spun invisibility cloaks and disilusionments, using obliviate, using imperio, knowing that they served a higher justice, tell me about what happened to black wizards in the fifties, about what gates they were storming in the sixties tell me about queer wizards taking love potions every morning in their coffee to stay married to their husbands and their wives because what else could they do?
the world only begins and ends with straight white christians if you don’t bother looking any farther than that and too many people don’t and i am tired, tired, tired
im mad i went so long thinking pink couldnt b my favorite color bc i ‘didnt wanna be like other girls’ bc society told me that liking pink made me ditsy and feminine and that that was bad……….. i love pink………… fck The Man….. paint the statue of liberty pink
broccoli floret crowns are better than flower crowns
A BROCCOLI CROWN