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guitartheoctober-relatedsubject:

vsylum:

sarab34r:

screwedjewedandtattooed:

itskirssy:

m0narch:

duilliath:

Joker without makeup .

thats really disrespectful.. he was clearly injured in some sort of way may it be war or what have you, he is probably so depressed his face is scarred like this, he has to wake up everyday seeing this his own face, why would you make fun of him like this? fuck off. 

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 seriously, anyone who would make fun of this is just fucked up. i actually think he’s still more attractive than like half the guys out there, even with his face like this

 you guys do realize that this literally is the joker without makeup? this is heath ledger in The Dark Knight, in a scene where he’s hiding in a group of policemen.

oh thats awkward

Tune in next time for another episode of I Don’t Think You Actually Watched that Movie.

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wynn1ng:

This was literally the funniest one. Even He couldn’t help but laugh.

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animemcdonalds:

animemcdonalds:

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one follower away from independence

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gossipseer:

witchlingfumbles:

soufflenatural:

ukulelerave:

such a needed campaign. i wish they’d have included native americans as well, though, as cultural appropriation of them in costumes is just as awfully common.

It’s that time of year again when these go around. And I will keep reblogging them. And if I see the joke ones I am likely to rip them apart with prejudice.

I will reblog this every year and unfollow anyone who posts joke fandom spinoffs of this very serious and important commentary.

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a-knight-a-witch-and-the-tardis:

wingchestr:

princessofthedeadsheep:

queer-feeri:

bromazepam:

Circa 1968 Aloisia Rucellai evening bag, gold and platinum, translucent enamel, diamonds, and rubies.

all I can think is Slytherin

#dont even fucking try to tell me thats not slytherin #some slyherin bought that #with her family money thats been handed down to her #to go to a ball in the 60s #dont even fucKING TELL ME IM WRONG

#it looks like it can only be opened with parseltongue

"Oh hold on I gotta get a tampon"

"HISSSSHISHAYISSS"

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Closing the laptop.

I’ve entered a state of depression and deep anxiety due to the fact that I have a test tomorrow, the contents of which, as hard as I study, I can’t seem to master.


That says a lot, to me, about the state of education in this country, maybe the world.


So many fucked up things are going on as we speak, from climate change, ISIS and the war of ideologies, even the terrorism caused by drug cartels in my immediate area (south Texas). Regardless of all the life threatening, life altering afflictions my environment is facing, that 35 question test is what is filling me with this angst.

Why? Ohhhh oh ho ho… I’ll tell you why.

I’ve been programmed, as we all have, to believe that without the grades, the resume, without abiding by the very precise, very specific path set forth for us as a road to “success”, we won’t reach financial stability. (Excuse the run-on) Because of that, that test tomorrow becomes the obsessive compulsive link to my future success and inevitably my future happiness.


If I fail that test, according to my pre-programmed conscience, I’ve failed myself, my family, and my life. That’s a hell of a lot of stress.


The test defines me. The test manifests itself in the GPA, the GPA ends up on the resume, and in a millisecond a glance at that number determines how far I’ll get?


Is that true? Not always. Logically there are exceptions. Can it be true? Sometimes. Sometimes, most times, we are judged by that number, and by the test, and by the degree, and school, and resume.


Will I ever be judged for who I am as a person, and not a number or paper?


No. We just don’t have the time.

At the Dead Sea by VictorZamanski

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I wish I knew or was closer to the people I interact with on Tumblr… I guess that’s the nature of the realm. Sigh.