This blog supports dark skin black women.

ok but can you imagine a worse, more terrifying fate than medusa’s one? just imagine. first of all you’re raped in your goddess’ temple. which, apart from the obvious trauma, means you can’t keep doing what you devoted your entire life to. your goddess gifts you with the ability to turn those you look at into stone and your hair into snakes so that you can defend yourself and be a threat rather than a victim to men. and then?????? a fucking MAN decides hes gonna hunt you down and slaughter you for…. sport like just because he can?????? and not only does he kill you but he keeps your head as a weapon???????? effectively using you and your body for his own purpose exactly like your rapist??????????????? like??? and this man is considered a hero while you’ll be remembered as a monstruous, dangerous entity???????????????????? medusa deserved better smh

wow the medusa avenging squad rly is there!!! make some noise ladies

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I love this so much

ALL OF THIS ugh my heart

Some positivity for your day

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As an autistic boy, I approve.

i was ready from the first pic for this to turn into wholesome autism content tbh in this house we know our own

People who are pansexual are:

we are not:

Also bisexuality is an awesome and valid identity and you can pry my bi/pan solidarity from my cold dead hands

People who are bisexual are:

We are NOT:

Shout-out to my pan siblings btw! Y'all are great! Anyone who disagrees can pry bi/pan solidarity from my cold, dead fingers

Woo! Yes!

"Faggot"

THIS

Reblog every time

HOLY SHIT

the phantom: sing for me my angel of music!!!

9 year old me honestly believing i had both the vocal range and operatic stylings of miss christine daaé:

Roam // The Story So Far

just imagine the jokes LMAO

you fools, deadpool would be proud of it

Deadpool in the next movie: “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I VOICED PIKACHU!”

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic

Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.

Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.

Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean

Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.

Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.

Accurate AF

Gold.

mood

I totally feel Joanne on this

I feel this with my entire mind body and soul.

This applies to garlic too

#burn

best thing ever said