When I was 15, and still pretty new to Canada and English terms, my boyfriend at the time told me he liked wife beaters, I side eyed him so hard & called him out on it, while he reassured me it was simply the name of the shirt.
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed how fucked up the term is.
I’ve always hated that shit. I grew up calling them tank tops or undershirts and will continue to do so
HERCULES IN THE 2ND GIF OMFG
THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY IMPORTANT THOUGH
Hercules is THE DEFINITION of a gentleman. Her dress strap slips down and HE PUTS IT BACK UP because he’s like “No, she’s a lady, she deserves my respect. Control yourself. Leave, just leave.”
Imagine if all guys/girls had that much respect for people they were attracted to…the world would be a lot better and safer, I can tell you that.
Also have to remember he’s never had a girl actually hit on him before.
2nd gif: #zeUS TAKE THE WHEEL #I NEED AN ADULT #WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS
if zeus took the wheel this would have ended much differently
HEY WHATS UP?! WANNA BANG??!!
You’re much stronger than you think you are
I’m never gonna pass off the chance to reblog this because hell, sometimes knowing that some one fictional will be there in times like there really does help.
This makes me love Superman even more.
THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH IT’S SO HAPPY AND THERE ARE SO MANY BALLS TO CHOOSE FROM AND THEN IN THE END IT’S JUST SO OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS IT HAS TO LEAVEnope. i definitely can’t.
the patriarchy extends into fatherhood once again in a display of ownership. sorry, dads, you don’t own your daughters.
This is different than the standard “you’re not allowed to date my daughter because I said so”
This is him protecting someone who means the world to him. He didn’t say that his daughter couldn’t date, just that he wants the people that date her, to take care of her and love her, not hurt her. That’s not “ownership”, that’s loving someone and wanting them to be happy with the person they want to date.
Good dads give a shit about who treats their kid like crap, good dads don’t throw their daughters to the wolves and watch as they get devoured and broken.
can we just acknowledge that he even said, “to the girls that may one day date my daughter?” This father is going to be the most loving, accepting father in the history of fathers
Tumblr has ruined peoples’ reading comprehension, and destroyed any chance of intelligence. Honestly, how incredibly daft do you have to be to miss the point of what he’s saying? How can you just scroll past the substance and come to the conclusion that it was about ownership? HOW STUPID DO YOU HAVE TO BE?
Do you have to drop huge wads of cash at a fancy cheese shop to have an Awesome Cheese Party? NOPE, YOU DON’T.
The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.
its back :”)
so beautiful :’)
*starts a fire in my kitchen*
*starts fire in my bedroom*
Omfg. Um. Hello there.
*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*
*gets trapped in lift*
The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—
And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.
Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground.
In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.
And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke.
In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.
Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.
So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.
*starts fire in entire community and waits in the center on top of a giant red X with a camera, pen, and my autograph book*
I don’t even watch Star Trek but that is the most graceful bitchslap I have ever seen.
this is amazing
This is one of those types of photos that really put captivity into perspective for me. A huge beautiful wild animal with this unexplainable presence about her; surrounded by glass and metal and concrete.
And on the other side, a bunch of gawking tourists flashing their cameras and waving things at her. They’ll ooh and ahh but they won’t actually think about how the whale feels. And then they’ll go home. Morgan will never go home. As of today she’s SeaWorld’s latest money-making baby factory, thanks to the humans who buy the tickets.
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