If you look in the face of evil, evil’s gonna look right back at you.
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☛ Breaking Bad
"Ah, like I came to you, begging to cook meth. Oh, hey, nerdiest old dude I know, you wanna come cook crystal? Please. I’d ask my diaper-wearing granny, but her wheelchair wouldn’t fit in the RV."
does it ick anyone else out how often sherlock insults his brother by fat shaming him, to the point where mycroft may have body dysmorphia? and he never ever gets called out on it?
I’ll do more than alarm you.
"In any other time in the 20th century, they could have been in love. Except for that one time.”
Lana Del Rey for Wonderland magazine, November-December 2011 issue
please don’t ever talk shit about george r. r. martin in front of me. do not call him sexist for the scenes of a tv show he had no control over. do not call him sexist or racist for writing scenes of a book series set in an alternative medieval reality where sexism and racism were part of the fictional universe he was writing. do not tell me that he didn’t know how to develop women or people of color, and that he only ever knew how to portray sexual desire, for he did do that very well, yet never made his characters about that and that only. george r. r. martin wrote strong women. he wrote vulnerable women. he wrote women that could fight with swords, and women that could fight with words. he wrote characters of color who were in positions of power as well as characters who were demeaned by their skin color. he wrote people, and realistic ones at that. do not talk shit about george r. r. martin in front of me.
Detail of percussion target pistol, attributed to Antoine Vechte, c. 1850
“They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.
Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.”
I feel like I’m pretending, about everything.
"I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks."
why don’t people trust their instincts? they sense something’s wrong, someone’s walking too close behind them, you knew something was wrong — but you came back into the house. did I force you? did I drag you in? all i had to do was offer you a drink. you’d never think the fear of offending can be stronger than the fear of pain.