My Latest Kink Is Timothée Chalamet Nodding His Head To Music Bc DAMN SON HE LOOKS SO HOT WTF

“Feminism killed chivalry” like…no it didn’t? If anything, feminism encourages chivalry.

Out in public with the guys and one of your friends makes a sexist comment about a female friend/stranger? Rise to her defense. She’s a human being and she doesn’t exist for you. She exists only for herself. You won’t tolerate this kind of talk.

At a bar or club, and you see a man slip something in to a drink/relentlessly pursuing a woman despite her many protests? Tell him to knock it the hell off. Get her out of this situation safely. He’s an enemy of women, which means he’s an enemy of yours if this code of chivalry means so much to you.

If you insist on being a warrior for women, then be a warrior for women. Listen to the things that we say and need and ask for. 

I’m probably still going to pick fandoms and fanfic over real life in 2018

#moodeveryday

types of people - flowers

lilacs: freshly fallen snow, slow kisses, old perfume bottles, silky hair, late mornings, the sea, meaningful looks, always buying new books, high heels, embroidery, the ‘maybe in another life’ kind of love.

hydrangeas: blueberry ice creams, sparkly nail polish, staring at the moon, doodling, jeans jackets, enjoying your own company, silver rings, long walks in the park, flavored cigarettes.

tulips: scented candles, lazy afternoons, lying in bed, chipped nail polish, loud laughs, meeting somebody for the first time, knotted headphones, golden highlighter, staring at the clouds.

lilies: cobbled roads, midnight snacks, beat up converse, hanging out with your friends, matte eyeshadows, trying to help as many people as you can, freshly picked apples, colorful patches.

forget-me-nots: bell bottom pants, pastels, abandoned beaches, headbands, cheek kisses, jeweled earrings, soft skin, the sound of rain, suede boots, old diaries, holding hands with someone you love.

hyacinths: dusty books, sunlight, dancing in your room, new stationary, long showers, ankle cuff jeans, trying new things,90’s music, loose curls, gold necklaces, staying up far too late.

DESPERADO, by fluorescentgrey

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 75,561 Type: Non-Magic!AU, Western!AU

Summary: West Texas, 1861. “I’m unsure when we elected to hand the reigns of this operation over to a hophead felon and a bottom-tier bounty hunter.”

Warnings: Drug use/addiction, character death, graphic depictions of violence

Comments: Where did this glorious, epic fic come from?? I’m not usually one for Western AUs, but this author avoids the tacky romanticization of the West and instead grounds the fic in gritty realism. There’s no shying away from the drugs and violence that outlaw!remus and bounty hunter!sirius experience. Canon elements were so brilliantly mirrored with Riddle’s smuggling operation (Bellatrix was a favorite) and the suspicion surrounding a spy in their group. There’s also a certain satisfaction I get from reading a fic so well researched. I was so enveloped in this world from start to finish; I definitely think this fic needs more love.

weather as types of people

Wind: Nomadic people are those who love wind. They are born of change and circumstance. Their worst enemy is the jailor of restriction. Seldom seen with restricting clothes, they like to move as they please. Messages pass their hands many times a day, and they love to be the bearer of news: whether good or bad, gossip or fun. They are desert people: hearts of sand and time, ever changing, always different. They are late-night pitstop people: gas station spirits and moonlight souls. People of change, people of destiny, people of drive.

Rain: Gentle souls. Instead of being in constant state of growth like most people, they are in a constant state of settling into themselves. Their presence is a calming one, even if they are not calm within themselves. They create effortlessly, ideas always flowing from them when they are present. When ideas are not present, the drought comes: not a drought of dehydration, but a drought of inspiration. When this drought comes, the people of rain have nothing to offer. All creativity is gone, all motive is lost. That is, until it rains again. A mysterious people, are those made of rain.

Thunder: Thunderous people can often be too loud, too much, and too frightening to those who do not understand them. Their anger holds the power of the earth, and heaven forbid you should see one cry. While they may shout and laugh, and be the greatest presence in the room, their loudness does not reflect who they are. Stormy emotion is their way to be heard, even if it isn’t the way they are best understood. You do not know a person of thunder, until you have studied while one slept next to you, or watched from a distance as they created something. You can hold no judgement to their stormy hearts until you take the time to know one. And should you manage to befriend one, you will find a strange sense of ancientness in their mannerisms. In the way they look off into the distance when they think nobody is watching, in how their art reflects people and places that no longer exist, in how they breathe so steadily beside you, as if they are meant to live forever.

Hail: Just like that embarrassing thing that happened to you in second grade, just like a memory that fills you with nostalgia at odd hours of the night, so hail people only appear in the moments before you fall asleep. They are beautiful in person, yes, but it is not until you have a time to ponder their beauty that you begin to see how incredible they truly are. Buffeted by wind, thrust up into the sky over and over again, their hearts have hardened to ice. But ice can melt; that is apparent with people of this kind. Give them a warm touch, and a kind eye. They will melt, and it will be beautiful.

Snow: Falling slowly, falling beautifully. People of snow are quiet and sad, but there is beauty in it. They drift downward, decorating the world with beauty as they go. You don’t see them much, since they’re quiet and rarely around. But it isn’t until they go missing that you realize how much they’ve impacted your life. They have an odd habit of making everything seem alright. When they speak, it is as if all the world is silent around them. You can never quite describe it, but they have a gentle peace about them: as if they know they are quickly failing, and are content with darkness that will approach. I’m sorry if you’ve ever held one’s hand, because there is no falling out of love with them. I’m sorry if you’ve ever heard one sing, because their music will never stop ringing in your ears. They are quiet. They are beautiful. They impact you in small ways, until everything you’re made up of seems to hold a piece of them.

A lot of men proposed to me in my 20s. I could be thrice divorced by now.

Types of people as jackets

Leather jacket - Messy hair, earbuds are always in and usually glares at you from across the room, but mostly just for aesthetic. A very loyal friend and always down for an adventure

Trenchcoat - Keeps to themselves, is bloody brilliant but never lets you know, very logical and a bit hesitant to do something dangerous. Can formulate a sure-fire plan like nobody’s business.

Bomber - Super hot and oh-so sarcastic. Rebellious at night, but pretty chill during the day. Causes trouble and looks great while doing it

Rain coat - Very playful and fun to be around. Will sit with you outside on any day, sun or rain, and loves plants and flowers. Probably collects succulents or something

Jean jacket - Crazy-good artist, and never leaves the house without art supplies. Won’t let you see their work because they don’t think it looks any good, but in actuality it’s pretty amazing

Tracksuit - Wears sporty clothing, but only for comfort. Never actually leaves the house, lives off of Cheez-Its and Ramen noodles, and surfs the internet at all times. A true homebody who can binge an entire Netflix series in two days

Military jacket - Usually very sweet, but will murder anyone who looks at their friends the wrong way. A bit clingy, but it’s just because they love you. Will defend their opinions and the people they care about, loyal to the very end

Hoodie - Major douchebag, practically a fuqboi/girl, nobody trusts them. Makes up lies about you for the drama, doesn’t know when to leave someone alone. Calls themselves “trash”

Pea coat - Super stylish and kind of talkative, and will always help someone with a fashion crisis. A bit loud and can’t keep a secret, but will never turn their back on you

Windbreaker - The sporty one who can outrun literally everybody, and there is absolutely no sport they won’t dominate at. Super nice, will stay with you as you finish that extra lap, or gives you pointers on shooting hoops, a great friend who never breaks a sweat

What if instead of gilly weed Harry had showed up to the black lake challenge in muggle scuba gear like “like where’s your advanced magic now bitches? Got me a free fishing knife with this thing”