"... Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. -William Shakespeare; Twelfth Night

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I'm Sarah, a twenty year old Brisbane based student and literature enthusiast. My interests include a wide variety of music, poetry, and art. Add to that, a smear of inspiration, copious amounts of bad television, owls, cats, and you get the general gist of my chaotic mind. End generic personal introduction.


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rebelwithoutabroom:

Harry Potter AU in which Remus Lupin doesn’t leave Hogwarts after Snape tells everyone he’s a werewolf

instead, he fucking stays where he belongs

and, as the howlers start coming, insults exploding at the teacher’s table every morning like clockwork, the students take notice. They see Lupin’s face, and he’s not even angry, he looks fucking resigned to it, like he deserves it.

So, the students take matters into their own hands. 

"You’re the best teacher EVER" is heard on a Monday morning, followed by a “We really like your classes” on Tuesday and “Thanks for being such a cool guy. AND FOR THE CHOCOLATES” on Wednesday.

by Friday, things have escalated to the point that you can’t  go ten minutes without a howler bursting and showering Lupin in compliments.

(It’s a whole month before the fateful “YOU HAVE A VERY CUTE ASS, 10/10 WOULD BANG! ” and the subsequent banning of all howlers for the teachers.

Snape has never looked more constipated in his life.)

I have never
loved myself
so much in
the hands of
another.

for those like me who fear what they long for most, Emma Bleker

Things That Give Me Anxiety.

  • being late
  • things i said five minutes ago
  • things i said five years ago
  • people touching me
  • being around a ton of people
  • being yelled at
  • wondering if people are talking about me
  • every action i do
  • and just about everything else
  • embarrassing myself in public
  • wondering if people are mad at me even just a little
  • embarrassing myself period
  • saying the wrong thing
  • public fucking speaking

(Source: danielle-skins-suicide-life)

ohsatsune:




“Like brittle pieces of broken shells barely put together by sleep, there was nothing to fill her out, nothing to hold her together.”
—  a shell in a storm, Jenn Satsune
[to read ‘a shell in a storm,’ click here]

ohsatsune:

“Like brittle pieces of broken shells barely put together by sleep, there was nothing to fill her out, nothing to hold her together.”

—  a shell in a storm, Jenn Satsune

[to read ‘a shell in a storm,’ click here]

raqe:

I was going to get mad at everyone in my art class for wasting expensive paint but then I got distracted by how pretty it was

(Source: raqe)

minim-calibre:

kk-maker:

2spoopy5you:

lohelim:

winterthirst:

sabacc:

Steve Rogers did, in fact, realize that something was off when he saw the outline of the woman’s odd bra (a push-up bra, he would later learn), but being an officer and a gentleman, he said that it was the game that gave the future away.

No, see, this scene is just amazing. The costume department deserves so many kudos for this, it’s unreal, especially given the fact that they pulled off Peggy pretty much flawlessly.

1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

Look at his eyes. He knows by the time he gets to her hair that something is very, very wrong.

Nick Fury totally did this on purpose.

There’s no knowing what kind of condition Steve’s in, or what kind of person he really is, after decades of nostalgia blur the reality and the long years in the ice (after a plane crash and a load of radiation) do their work. (Pre-crash Steve is in lots of files, I’m sure. Nick Fury does not trust files.) So Fury instructs his people to build a stage, and makes sure that the right people put up some of the wrong cues.

Maybe the real Steve’s a dick, or just an above-average jock; maybe he had a knack for hanging out with real talent. Maybe he hit his head too hard on the landing and he’s not gonna be Captain anymore. On the flipside, if he really is smart, then putting him in a standard, modern hospital room and telling him the truth is going to have him clamming up and refusing to believe a thing he hears for a really long time.

The real question here is, how long it does it take for the man, the myth, the legend to notice? What does he do about it? How long does he wait to get his bearings, confirm his suspicions, and gather information before attempting busting out?

Turns out the answer’s about forty-five seconds.

Accepted as truth.

In short, this social norm of working all day and spending at night is so engrained in us that maybe this is why our generation has started to prefer this kind of introverted, unique lifestyle. We realize something is not right. No, I do not want to sit in traffic for two hours. No, I do not want to wear nice, uncomfortable clothes just to sit at a desk all day. No, I do not want to capitalize on making money just to spend it on unnecessary material possessions until my inevitable death. Does this make me lazy?