via slapmymind (originally mareluna3001)

via possibilityofmagic (originally becketts)

98 favorite Battlestar Galactica screencaps — asked by wardolopeI went with eight because it was easier to fit, lol.
via hotelsongs (originally likeastairmaster)
“your hesitation wasn’t a weakness, it was a strength. an instinct to preserve life, rather than snuff it out. without that instinct, what are we fighting for?”

via beneathpyramids (originally gastrogirl)

via barilace (originally madmenscreencaps)
“
Glee, another show that started out focusing on a female character whose career dreams kept her going, is now one of the most anti-female shows airing. The show consistently belittles the role of women, using them as little more than emotional leaning posts for their boyfriends, boyfriends who are always heroic and decent. When Finn outed Santana it was treated as a good thing, Finn helping her come to terms with her sexuality by serenading her with a cover of Girls Just Want to Have Fun. After all, lesbianism is just girls having fun, right? Weeks later when Dave Karofsky suffers similarly by being outed it is shown through an emotionally overwrought montage and makes way for a story about teen suicide.
via slapmymind (originally matthew-hodgson)
“
I wish there were a law against condescending
against love. against the economy of fear that says
your joy means less joy for me as if love
were pie, or money, or fossil fuel
dug or pumped from the earth, gone
when it’s gone. it’s just not true. the heart
with its gift for magnificent expansion
is not coal. not fruit set to spoil or the dollar
cringing in its wallet. when you say darling,
the world lights up at its edges. when mouths
find mouths and minds follow or minds find
minds and mouths, hands, hips, toes, follow –
how about you call that sacred. how about you raise
your veined right hand and swear on the blood
that branches there, yes. I take this crush
to be my lawful infatuation. I will bend toward joy
until the bending’s its own pleasure.
against love. against the economy of fear that says
your joy means less joy for me as if love
were pie, or money, or fossil fuel
dug or pumped from the earth, gone
when it’s gone. it’s just not true. the heart
with its gift for magnificent expansion
is not coal. not fruit set to spoil or the dollar
cringing in its wallet. when you say darling,
the world lights up at its edges. when mouths
find mouths and minds follow or minds find
minds and mouths, hands, hips, toes, follow –
how about you call that sacred. how about you raise
your veined right hand and swear on the blood
that branches there, yes. I take this crush
to be my lawful infatuation. I will bend toward joy
until the bending’s its own pleasure.
~ “Three of Cups” by Marty McConnell (x)

via thepantsqueen (originally casterly)
via nayaisflawless (originally quinngron)
via didyoublush (originally wildgron)

via mylittlefaith (originally nayatrollvera)

via prettybutt (originally goodluckaquaman)

via sweetandsombre (originally deepsandstrength)


