you know what I liked the most about Clara saving the Doctor?
the fact that she would have done it for anyone. she didn’t do it because it was the Doctor. no, she did it, because she is selfless and she doesn’t want to see anyone suffer.
the same way she…
Too much love for this woman.
I do not want to be labelled as a “feminist”, as someone who is part of a movement that wants equality for both sexes while invalidating men’s issues and claiming Western women are oppressed just for being women.
I do not want to be part of a movement that teaches women they are entitled to MORE because they are supposedly lacking in rights.
I do not want to be part of a movement that says men have all the power in society, when they sure as hell do not.
I do not want to be part of a movement that says I’m a victim of society simply because I’m a woman. (Newsflash: Everyone is a victim of society.)
I do not want to be part of a movement that is represented by people like “Big Red” and misandrists, while the ones who aren’t misandrists don’t do anything to try to quiet them.
I do not want to be part of a movement that says I’m automatically wrong because I disagree with it.
I do not want to be part of a movement that wants to “empower” women instead of telling them they already have power.
I especially do not want to be part of a movement that automatically includes me whether I want it or not.
All of the above ^ - Stef
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.
it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
La Cosecha / The Harvest (2011)
“Every year there are more than 400,000 American children who are torn away from their friends, schools and homes to pick the food we all eat. Zulema, Perla and Victor labor as migrant farm workers, sacrificing their own childhoods to help their families survive. The Harvest / La Cosecha profiles these three as they journey from the scorching heat of Texas’ onion fields to the winter snows of the Michigan apple orchards and back south to the humidity of Florida’s tomato fields to follow the harvest and provides an intimate glimpse into the lives of these children who struggle to dream while working 12 – 14 hours a day, 7 days a week to feed America.”
just goes to show you that not consuming animals does not mean you are supporting a system that is cruelty free